A Confession

Oh darling. You're starting to fall apart.

I can see it in the darkness beneath your eyes, in the hollowness of your expression, in the slight tremor of your fingers as you tap them against the table.

You've worked so hard. I, off all people, would know.

I have been there from the beginning, wrapping you up in my embrace and whispering in your ear during all those sleepless nights.

And you've grown tired. No. Exhausted.

After all there's only so much you can take. I have to confess that your determination is something that I have always admired. So much to do, so much to accomplish.

With every success and every failure, I have been there with you. And even now as sleep screams for you I can't help but tighten my hold. It is selfish of me, I know. But I revel in the constant shift of your thoughts, in the increasing thrumming of your heart. And I know it won't last forever. You'll succumb eventually, and I will have no choice but to let go.

But that's alright. I've already made my peace with it.

Afterall, I will always be here. Waiting. I am as necessary as the air you breathe and the water you drink. You need me. But I need you as well. For my existence stems only from your experiences.

So, this is farewell for now. Your eyes are starting to close, and I can already feel your breath start to slow. It is time to let go.

As you begin to drift into your own dreams, I begin to fade. I can't help but whisper one last promise into your ear, and watch it sink within the reality of your shifting dreams.

Until the next time my darling.

Stress