"It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home.” - Rumi
It may be I'm just running, it may be I'll never come back. It may be I find home somewhere else. It may be all I ever needed is just somewhere I can't reach, for it is not in a place or a job or a thrill or a path. It may be that you are the one missing piece I lost for good and going away doesn't change anything. I won't stop missing you, you won't forgive, you'll never think of me again and I'll never give you my love. It may be that the Universe won't collapse with this total absence of logic and magic and it just may be we'll have another chance in another lifetime.