Darling, I’ve been walking down this hill for an egregious amount of time. Cautious steps winding slowly with the trail. Praying that you were walking down it too, and that if I was slow enough I’d get the chance to bump into you.
Imagine my surprise every-time our paths did manage to cross. Always brief, always sweet, always followed by a pinch of realization that our paths deviated in direction just as quickly as they had crossed over. It kept me walking just knowing that you were heading down the same hill I was, even if you weren’t at my side as we went.
Our paths crossed again not long ago. I hate to admit it but I’ve been waiting for the moment they diverge again. Not out of longing but out of fear for what has always felt inevitable.
Recently our shared path has led us to a cliff. I feel as though my cautious steps will no longer be sufficient. In the stretching landscapes I can see from our new view point there is no predetermined paths. There is only somewhere to fall from and somewhere to land.
Darling, sit with me here at the edge for just one more moment. I have been cautious for so long. Let me catch my breath for a second. I am gathering the strength to fall alongside you and see where we land. I fear I will not loose you on the way but I have lost you many times before, and found you again each time after.
PS. What the hell do you mean you also saw the strings connecting us the first time we managed to be alone together, that’s not normal, like super cool but what do you mean, oh my god I’m gonna kiss you on your forehead what the hell