Yeager
I surprised myself with how easy it was to make such a promise. To promise to not disappear, but not that I wouldn’t leave. She knew what she was asking for and how to ask it. It’s something we have in common, the fear of being abandoned but the acceptance that eventually everyone leaves. The only difference between me and her was that she still wanted to hold on to a flicker of hope that one day they'd return.
It was a cute sentiment. And for her alone, I was willing to make an exception. I can’t promise that I’ll remain around after she settles in, but I’ll promise to keep in touch. I have a feeling that, eventually, that too won’t be enough. At some point, she’ll want me to return or stay. With the way things have been going, I just might, and I can’t afford that.
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