cherry blossoms, and the evening star.

I have to get through this one little bump for myself, first. Just like you have to make these decisions for yourself. I wish I could do it with the assurance that we will be coming home to each other afterwards, but logically I know that isn't possible. This is a complicated negotiation, and one I'm rather afraid of, because we could just as easily end up wanting to be apart, as wanting to be together. It is all too early, still.
And then I walk outside, and the cherry trees are still in full bloom, and the stars still come out every night, and anything seems possible.