Retrieved Memory #3
We held on, for it was all we had in the face of deep uncertainty. There were moments in our journey when we loosened our grip, let each other go to face the world alone. These moments felt devastating, yet I believe this was an act of love. Even now, that our presence is strong, we fuel this same longing at times. I wonder if we are testing each other or maybe testing ourselves.
Will closeness always feel this complicated?