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From Chapter 81, “The Last,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act III: Trust and Letting Go.
"I learned to live with what I can’t deny, the truth of you beneath another sky. I don’t object, I only name the ache, of all I long for… and refuse to take." Aaron is trying his best to accept that Belle has chosen another. This song invites us to think about love that is not about possession or urgency, but about gentle presence and enduring truth. It reminds us that the most profound connections are not always those chosen freely, they come from a higher power. If the beloved doesn't love in return, the act of loving is its own reward. To love another is indeed a gift to be cherished.
Lyrics
I learned to live with what I can’t deny,
The truth of you beneath another sky.
I don’t object, I only name the ache,
Of all I long for… and refuse to take.
My mind can build a thousand sacred rooms,
Where touch is slow and silence softly blooms.
That gift can bless, or turn itself to flame,
When what I want is wearing someone’s name.
So I drive those pictures gently out,
Like thieves that only live by doubt.
I don’t want the next place that you land,
I want the last place where you stand.
Not borrowed nights or borrowed skin,
But the home you choose to settle in.
I start where neck meets shoulder, calm and slow,
Where mercy lives before desire grows.
I tell my heart to wait its turn,
Some fires warm best when they burn.
Slow down, boy—love isn’t a race,
It’s learning how to hold the pace.
I don’t want to win you for a day,
Or say the last words to make you stay.
I want the choice that still remains,
When passion fades and truth sustains.
There’s more than hunger moving me,
It’s soul and spirit, mind and need.
I’ve wanted bodies, that was true,
But never all of me like you.
I want to give, not to be owed,
To walk this love without a road.
If love goes quiet when it’s denied,
Then mine will last right here inside.
No knocking, no demands to prove,
Just open hands, still full of you.
You’ve made me gentler, made me real,
Taught me how restraint can heal.
This isn’t strategy or art,
It’s choosing you with all my heart.
If I’m not the one you ever choose,
I’ll thank God still—for loving you…
The last.
