We never promised to each other our love would last. We made no grand declaration of an ever and steady love and you will change. Whatever attracted you to me the first and second time, will change. Bit by bit, slow and gradual. I, too, will change. Slow bit, by damned slow bit. The gap between us will grow wider wide as the shores which keep us separate. But freedom is a flimsy thing freedom is an abstraction you can not hold freedom you can not feel freedom you can not love freedom.