I realized that I could no longer hold on to this terrifying and beautiful relationship. Trapping the butterfly would not have honored her impermanence. I could no longer force the beauty of intimacy. I looked deep into the hypnotic waves of the ocean as she, too, said good night to the sun. X looked at me and was surprised to see tears streaming down my face. I had no control over the demise of our relationship, and I knew that it had to end.
