You Are The Same Persons

I sit here smiling gently, loving you more authentically than anyone has before, it is a bit scary for you, and a bit normal for me, waiting for your departure.
We know how this story plays out, you follow your pattern, and those who taught me intimacy correspondingly taught me loss.
All that I could do differently is upon comprehending the initial pull-away, not letting my dam burst, sousing you, in attempts to drown out a childlike abandonment.