3...2...1 now fall in my arms now

She reaches out to touch the tilted globe, alphabets printed all over the
miniature world balanced in front of her, and spun it so everything blended
together in a whirl of black, green and blue. She turned away from the blur of
movement, picked up the pen and began to write. I found where you're going on
the globe today, and it's at the other end of the world. I refuse to say that I
will miss you, although I probably will. You promise to write and I promise to
wait, right? I still don't like the idea of you straying too far, but I know the
more I hold on, the more I have to lose. I'm going to let you go, this time.
It's not your choice to make. You didn't ask me to wait- I offered, and now,
really, I'm not sure if that offer still stands. I'm not sure if this time, once
you leave, if you'd be coming back. And sometimes, it's just too far, too far
apart, for me to believe that you're still here with me. And then she turns to
still the spinning sphere with her hands, until her fingers find the place he's
heading, covers it, and proceeds to convince herself that no matter what, he'll
still be within touching distance, because he'll be right here, in her
hands.