The time has come, my Catalyst, to leave you. It is true, I owe you a great debt; I owe you my current life and my happiness, in fact. You were there at the pivotal moment I needed you; a little before, truth be told. I wasn't quite ready, but you guided me along the way, took me the two steps I needed to take, past the one step I was prepared to take, and so I can say with some certainty that if not for you, I would not have made the enlightening connections I needed had they been at another time, in another place. I don't even know if you are or were aware of your guiding actions, and it seems quite likely that you are unaware of them. Nevertheless, I owe you. But I cannot continue this life-size chess game. I can perform these Machiavellian machinations, but I require enjoyment from my life now, thanks to you, and I get no joy from the twists, plot turns, and dedication this large though subtle chessboard requires. And so, I am leaving. But I do not forget; I cannot forget. The debt is there, and I will repay it when I can, as I can.
It is time for me to run with the gift you have given me; I cannot run forward while looking back at you. I beg my leave, but give to you the solemn promise that I will return; I will be there when needed. I carry you with me wherever my feet lead, but you must have the freedom to walk on your own as well; my apologies for not realizing this sooner. Thank you for you, and safe journey until we again meet.
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