The end of my first real love

But when i got back and knocked on her door, i felt that she didn't want to share the intimacy we once had again. She had met a man and they were very intimate. It was not because of that man but she just had her own story to tell and i was not in it as an intimate one.
She was in search of a combination that could protect her and be there for her.

Or that is what i think

One of the last sentences she said was that "I was not the father of her children."

so i let her leave without an argument or anything of that sort. Because i knew that i had to let her go. Even thought i was still madly in love.

but i came a long way,

The strength i found in Marokko and what i embraced in Poland. That thought about my brother and what he had meant for me changed my life in a huge wonderful magical way. And that's why i spend my days on the road, being free.

You never know how strong you are untill you are stripped of all that what makes you strong.
and have the wisdom to extract from it your own self.