Where are you going?
It's like I'm reading a book, and it's a book I deeply love, 
but I'm reading it slowly now 
so the words are really far apart and the spaces 
between the words are almost infinite. 
I can still feel you and the words of our story, 
but it's in this endless space between the words 
that I'm finding myself now.
It's a place that's not of the physical world. 
It's where everything else is that I didn't even know existed. 
I love you so much, but this is where I am now. 
This is who I am now.
And I need you to let me go. 
As much as I want to I can't live in your book anymore.