ECL Free Post
I am holding a rope out to you. Hold on, I beg of you. You are slowly starting to let go and slip away, but I keep holding on. I would hold onto this rope forever if it meant I could keep you with me. I see your hands slowly unclench the rope. I am crying, screaming, begging you to hold on for just a few more moments. You let go anyway. The other half of my soul is gone. All because you did not want to keep holding on. You let go.