what if, at some point before, you and i had stood at the top of a great cliff? and looking down, we would see waiting the earthly life we had yet to live. but supposing, that they hadn't told us that we could jump together, but once we reached the bottom, we wouldn't begin it together? that part of the wonder of our love was that we would have an adventure in finding each other again? that to give us more story, we would be separated, and that part of the fun of the jumping off was that we would have the surprise and the joy and the wonder of reuniting.

i think we did.

and that's why i'm so bewildered by cliffs. because i haven't always stood there alone.

that might be why i feel like my right side is always empty.