Originally my thought process of the “sinking” being lifted was that I knew you were here. Thick and thin. There’s no going back this time. No matter what. That’s security.
Then…. As my mind kept going I thought. Maybe I’ve resolved that feeling cuz maybe you leaving again is just inevitable. And I’m trying to hang on to the happiness as best as I can while I have it. Before I get utterly destroyed, again. “Fault”, notwithstanding
I have a feeling it’s the former. Nay, I KNOW it’s the former. But the latter is interesting to me.