Two of you

I see the battle in you. As if two sides of you are fighting and you're not yet sure which side should win. One foot is in, but still one remains out. I am sorry for this battle in your mind and probably heart. I would help you if I knew how, I really would. But I fear my hands are tied. Nothing is in my power. I can only give you space to change as much as you want to. I wish I could tell you what to do, but I really don't want to influence your decisions concerning that. I want you to make up your mind yourself. That way you'll be convinced that no one has given you a bad advice and you're doing the right thing, or the worst case scenario - there would be no one else to blame.
I wish I could at least tell you what I think but I myself am not objective and impartial on this matter.
I will patiently wait. I hope.
And no matter what you decide, no matter what happens I believe that God always does things that in the end work out for our own good. And I will learn to be content in every state I'm in.

Choose wisely.