All those long deep convos weren’t waste, yet they didn’t reveal to you the soul you were talking to. Love, you are a free spirit wild and beloved. And I am no prisoner nor do I intend to keep you hostage.

We are mind travelers people with nomadic heritage. Who am I to tell you to stay when I could see your lustful gaze at the horizon, I glimpsed our sun setting in your eyes. And all though I wish you were brave enough to say the words instead of walking backward. I realize our paths part ways. And goodbye is hard to say but I will say it anyway chao dear nabaadey