You are standing 20 metres from the edge of a cliff and seeing your closest of friends teetering on the edge. It seems like the only thing holding up your deepest of loves is the cold wind whistling between the rocks.
You want to move closer, but every time you do, the wind slows and the teetering becomes wobbling. You watch as small pebbles give way under feet.
Your mind races for words that will wrap around their waist and pull them back to you. Your heart bleeds as it scrapes across the rocks, clamouring for that connection.
Your pleads cannot be heard over that selfish consuming wind. Your eyes cannot project enough emotion that wills them back to stable land.
You listen for hope to be spoken, for words of explanation for a glimmer of what you can could possibly do to hold them here..with you..now.
You plead and scream and decide to run but as you grasp for that very last string of hope..your love faces the clouds, their feet weightless and you watch them smile back at you with all of the love you were hoping would keep them here.
That it is now you standing on the edge of the cliff, wanting to fall back to live inside that smile forever. It is you teetering and wobbling in the wind faced not to the heavens but to the harsh reality that nothing can keep you here except you.
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