As always, only a surge of emotions like this would force me away from last-minute work. Rather than reigning them in, I've learnt recently, I should let them flow. Let them flow and watch.
Perhaps at long last I see, and I understand what has been missing so long in your life, and indirectly, in mine. Almost gave up after all this time? Or still holding on? I hope it is the latter, because maybe, just maybe the coastline is in sight. And you can finally step ashore, and I will no longer have to worry about braving the storms with you on board. But no, I will not be joining you on land, though I can see the look of dismay in your eyes. Perhaps years later when my boat docks again will I see you next. Or perhaps the winds will take me far, far away and I will never find my way back. A sigh of relief, a moment of true happiness, crying in the rain after the drought. And I will sail away and live my life on the high seas.
So until then we will hang on together, I will man the sails whatever the weather, and I will deliver you to that shore we have been searching for all our lives.