Time . . .

“The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things. Of shoes and ships and sealing wax and cabbages and kings.”
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And goodbyes. Or – perhaps – “I can’t do it alone.”

There comes a time in your life where you have to say – I can’t do this alone. I cannot do it alone. You have to meet me halfway. You HAVE to meet me halfway. Because that’s the way it should be. No one person should make all the effort in a relationship – no matter what is occurring. A simple hello should not be too much to offer. A mere ‘how’s it going with you?’ shouldn’t tax you overly much – not if you care.

And I do care. I always have. But I cannot do it alone. And it’s time, cher, that I let go until you can do it. Until you meet me halfway.

I always wondered if there could be more. But I cannot live like this – chasing you down with no response. There’s too much pain waiting for me in that.

Au revoir, mon cher. Bon voyage. I am still here. But I can’t do all the reaching. I can’t.