Don’t let me go. Just don’t.
Because right now I can hear you sing:
Picture you’re the queen of everything,
As far as the eye can see under your command.
I will be your guardian.
When all is crumbling, steady your hand.
Makes me feel all solemn and sad hearing such a song, and it makes me miss you too.
We’re pulling apart and coming together, again and again. We’re growing apart, but we pull it together. Pull it together, together again. Time waits for no man, they say. So don’t let me go, dear one.
No matter where you go, or how long it takes.
Even if it’s 4 years in Melbourne. (:
Because it’s never enough to say, “I love you, man of God! ” Really.
Missing you as always, my little Prince.
