I get misty holding your hand.

Moon river wider than a mile
Im crossing you in style someday
You dream maker, you heartbreaker
Wherever youre going Im going your way
Two drifters off to see the world
Theres such a lot of world to see
Were after the same rainbows end
Waiting round the band
My huckleberry friend, moon river
And me
- Moon River, Frank Sinatra

Of late, in the last few days I've been caught up in the middle of this tug of war. It's not fun, but I'm dealing with it because the thought of having one day having to let him go makes me scared. See, this is what I mean by a withering, dependent mess. I hate.

I have a newly acquired pair of sunnies though - of which I'm very very happy about.:)