He couldn’t be hers. But there it was: he was hers, and Brevity was hers and Rami was hers and no matter how tightly Claire held on, she felt like she was losing them all. It made a kind of sense, an aching kind of sense, to try loosening her grip. Maybe she owed him that much.
sometimes you love someone so much that it suffocates them and you have to let them go. much like an overprotective mother with her adventurous/rebellious/independent child. it pains on the mother to see them do ill advised things that get them hurt, emotionally and physically. it hurts to see them struggle and suffer through situations that they could simply resolve with an intervention. but, at some point, the mother comes to understand that stepping in would only make things worse. it would create resentment and anger. so they just have to let go.
