I’m sorry if I was going too fast, too quickly I didnt have time to read between the lines you wrote. It’s because I saw myself with you at the end of the road even when I was barely halfway. Like I knew for a brief moment where I should be, I should be in the space between your arms
But I know now we’re travelling at different paces, while I run, you walk. While I travel a straight path, yours is filled with crossroads- still uncertain if it will lead you to me. So take your time and live all you can, and I’ll let you go with a smile, while I pick up my heart and leave it again at someone else’s door until I’m finally welcomed home.