Goodbye my love

As I suspected when I last wrote anything of substance here, this immigration battle has claimed a casualty, and that casualty is my love. As I worried when she last came to visit, she came to say not I love you - but goodbye. So after almost four years together, and three years in the process of trying to start a life together in Canada, three years of being blocked by CIC, the fight is over. She gave up, she gave in, she said goodbye.

I'm sure that oneday I'll remember these days gone by with simple fondness, but for now there is only sadness and tears. For this is the time when memories go into boxes that will rarely be opened if ever at all, where those things that still have some use go where they will be most welcome.

All these adventures, the things we've seen, the places we've been, the good, the bad, now, all of those memories, just tears in rain. Maybe if we are lucky, something beautiful will grow from them.

Goodbye my love. I will miss you more than you will ever know.

Goodbye Canada...of maybe just see ya'll later, eh?

- J