Time to let go
From the moment the mail was delivered earlier, until now.
Did I want her to hurry home, or take her time?
What would happen when we opened it?
I was hoping for relief, but I knew that no matter what that paper stated, our lives would be changing.
Boston is far away. If they accept her, she will leave me. If they deny her, her
heart would break.
As the door opened, I realized. I have to let her go.
This was done for @velvetverbosity #100word Challenge http://www.velvetverbosity.com