So after he watched me cry, keeping his hand on me the whole time, I asked him, “what does it mean when they just get up and leave in your greatest times of need?”
He looked away from my eyes, and said “they’ve got better things to do than to keep you safe.” His eyes met mine, and he cupped my cheek with his warm, dry hands. He told me, “His heart is not where you desire. Do not tug on it anymore. You continue to add tension to the rope, and soon it will snap. Just let go. There is another heart that will never leave your side. You need to let go so you are free to roam, where he can find you.”
