Two more to go kiddos, so hang on tight!
Here's where I get to be an emotional sap, and share a quote from my all-time favorite poem with you; honestly, every time I read this, my throat closes a little. My eyes well with tears, and I literally have to stop what I'm doing. Arkaye Kierulf has put the fear of losing somebody you love into words that are beyond a clarity I could ever hope to achieve.
She said: give me more space. I said: don’t you love me anymore? She said: give me more space. I said: why? Did I do something wrong? Is there something wrong? Is there someone else? When did you stop loving me? In what precise moment? In what room? What city?
I held her tight as one who’s about to lose his own life holds on. Then she said: give me more space. I said: no.