This Is Me Letting You Go

by Heidi Priebe

Take a chance on me because no chance ever works out. Because every relationship seems to end in heartbreak, and every new beginning eventually reaches a conclusion, but we have all of the time in the world between those two points, and I intend to enjoy every second. Because someday I might hate the way you squint when you’re concentrating, and you might despise the way I pace when I’m nervous, but right now, you are perfect and endearing and pure, and why shouldn’t we enjoy that? Because everything ends eventually, and the whole point is to love what’s in between, and if, for me, that gets to be you, then I am happy.

I have been promised too many forevers to have much faith in them anymore, so instead, I’d like to offer you right now.