Don’t let me rip myself away. I’ll try my hardest not to rip myself away, but I can’t do it alone, no matter what I tell myself.
I’m enjoying parts of life far too much now to give them up, but I’m still tearing myself away, like Velcro, but you can hear the pop as each part unhooks. It’s going slowly, agonisingly so. The force of my will isn’t enough anymore to keep me here, when half of it is trying and half of it is striving the other way. One side will win, this time round, but I’m not sure which way it will turn as yet.