One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love, love someone else.
If you love somebody, let them go.
I love Andy McNally.
I really mean it. I love everything about her.
Her smile, for instance. It always starts at one side and pulls up, dragging her entire face into a void of happiness. The word smile doesn't even cover it, actually. It's more of a grin; I'm glad that she's not afraid to let her teeth show.
I love how she talks. A lot. At the time, it can be annoying, but when you think about it, it just shows how friendly she is. It's also kind of endearing.
I wasn't kidding when I said that I love everything about her. I love her independence. I love the way she taps her pen. I love the way she shakes her hair out of her face. I love her inability to admit fear. I love the way she curls her toes when she's nervous. I love the way she walks, always glancing around, looking everywhere except the direction she's going in. I love how much she is affected by this job, and how afraid she is of getting to the point of not being affected.
I love Andy McNally and now that I've admitted it (to myself); it is almost easier to bear, somehow. I want her to be happy and, even though I love her, if Callaghan makes her happy, that's enough.
I love Andy McNally.
I love her enough to let her go.