Dear Mr. Love,
I'm stuck. I realize that its all slipping through my grasp so effortlessly that any effort I'll probably put into stopping it will most likely, at this rate end, up in futility. But I find myself still holding on. I don't want to. But I am. Because I also realize, in painstakingly crystal clearity, that what I am holding on to is too beautiful. In all its sense of existence and in every damn mesmerizing way. It doesn't make sense to me to let go of so much beauty. So much so that I'm hesitant to set it free regardless of it slithering out of my clenched fists.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to let go of something so beautiful?
*le sigh*