I'm feeling that word. That I can't let myself say or feel. And it's hard not to say it in those moments before goodbye. But I don't say it. Because I'm not allowed. But I am. But I'm not. And that's alright. Because I feel it. And it's a fact. And that's okay. Because I can deal with it this time. Because he can deal with it this time. Huge intangible. Sureity. It's all under control. No problems. No fear. I'll look. I'll leap. It will all end up the same.
