A Metaphor For You, The Love I'll Leave Behind

Upon the departure of a paradise she sees the sun for the first time. She sees the mountains for all their beauty. She sees the water, the trees, she sees the power of everything around her.

She realizes this will the last time here. Last moment at this windowsill, last time in his arms.

And she knows she'll miss it. That she won't think of it often but when she does it'll be with a slight ache. Only slight, she promises.

But she's ready now. Ready for flight, scenery change.