You can’t hold what you love forever

I lay here with her in my arms.

My right arm tucked beneath her pillow. My left wrapped around her arms and chest.

I hold her close to my body. Her warmth, her softness, radiating within my grasp.

I love this woman. My best friend. The mother of my child. My first love. My only love.

But I can’t hold her forever.

To love something is to let go of the present moment. Trusting that’ll return. Knowing that it’ll return just a little bit different each time.

I can’t lay here and hold her forever. That is not love.

It’s prison.

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