We are leaving each other.
Hands on face, box of tissues. The issues sprout forward and we are held in the loving gaze of the therapist.
We did this well. Pulled back from control - we reflected back to each other via that safe third person.
And I got to see and understand you better in her gaze. She gave us back to ourselves and the great love we have for each other.
It is then a perplexion that with this we leave. Working for one of us, not the other.
And, and, and as you sung and I harmonised - as I read you your own words - I still feel magic. We of all people have worked hard for all this. The way we end is testament not only to our love, but to deep self work - to growing up, showing up more fully - no spiritual bypassing - two good humans trying their absolute best.
My father messaged me after - his own grief expressed and reflected my love for you and the love between us. That is both beautiful and hard - because my heart is still yours. And as we said the mystery deepens, keeps on going down if we follow it - and I, I will meet you there, in the otherworld.
XXX