I would have like to say that all I need is your love. But it isn’t.
Yes I need you to love me, but even more importantly, I need me to love me. I need to respect my desires, my work, my space, and my people.
I would have liked to say that you are my home. But a home on an island will eventually get lonely.
My home needs to have its special corners for my memories and my dreams. Its doors need to open wide to welcome my past and my future.
If loving me, requires saying goodbye to you, then goodbye my love.