Let Go

He pulled me close with his right arm, my head against his chest.

Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa. . . his heart beat began to quicken. The excitement was most likely from thoughts of the trip he was taking.

Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa. . . remaining still, in hopes that he would hold me until he felt ready to break away, not because he felt me stir.

Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa. . . fighting back the tears, trying to remain in the moment, as I knew it wouldn't last.

Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa. . . soaking in his scent, feeling the strength of his body, his grip, his muscular hands.

Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa. . . pushing away the thoughts of the impending pain of missing him so.

Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa. . . his hands begin to stroke my back, and I know that this means he's ready to let go.
Let go.

I have to let go.