Release false possibilities. The perpetual dance of whimsical love ends unfulfilling and time as its only currency. Lay abreast the subtle vibrations of an ancient rhythm and become grounded among Self. In doing so, you bask before the existential life veins insurmountable awe and succumb to the ebb and flow of fate. Hopefully, then, peace awaits.

Or in Facebook post terms:
I refuse to chase after another person. I tried it a decade ago, and it is not ending well. Love should flow freely not feel like a fight upstream. I’m tired, and I think I’ll let fate take control now…