A way station.
The train that leads me to you is only on one side.
The other side has a train that leads me to a galaxy far, far away.

I stand waiting… For what? Another period of life that will lead up to the same way station again, and again, and again…?
I would do that. If you gave me the sign. A sign that you would stay strong in the constant change of emotion, stay vigilant in your pursuit of creating a family with me and our daughter. I would stay.
Cause we are changing with everything within and around us. The currents of change may take us apart for periods of time, rendering us being together with only a small grip, but cannot seperate us without one of us letting go.

I told you once that I made up my mind.
How do you want to live your life? With whom will you find the comfort of love? How do you want to see our daughter grow up?