But do you love him?
Does it kill you every time you say goodbye?
Do you turn back to look at him a hundred times, through the tears, to see him one last time (one last time - a hundred times - not enough).
Do you not wash your clothes for days after he leaves because they carry his smell?
Do his hugs feel like coming home?
Do you fall in love all over again every time you see him but mourn the passing of every borrowed moment together?
If yes then I'll walk away.
If you have this then I'll let go.
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