The Past is Just a Story We Tell Ourselves
Have you ever been with someone that you connected with so naturally, so effortlessly that the world seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of you to remain?
That when you’re with them, the flow of time seemed unnoticeable, that minutes, hours, and seconds felt interchangeable. Like a beautiful, sun drenched daydream.
When you finally realise that the day may be coming to an end, that that glorious sunset will melt away, and you yearn for another minute to be with them.
You battle with relishing the dying embers of today, still so warm and sweet, with the intoxicating allure of tomorrow. You succumb, close your eyes and take a deep breath.
And yet, deep down you know that together is impossible. That external circumstances will deny you. That your place in time has been decided, and that the opportunity you see is merely a mirage.
Like chasing a ghost, a room of smoke and mirrors. The sun sets and you hope that the sky is replaced by a sea of stars. And yet, it never arrives.
A beautiful mind and a radiant heart clash. You let out a wry, frustrated smile. Tears start to well up. Such an ill-fated encounter. Your breathing becomes slow, deliberate, and your heart becomes heavy.
Let go, or take the risk. The Risk. You know that if it happens, it would be all-consuming and irreversible. The fate of your lives will never, ever be the same again. You know it can’t be, yet you can’t help but wonder whether it’ll still be worth it.
You ignore destiny. You ignore every inch of your body. You have nothing, left raw and vulnerable, with just their hand to hold onto. Closing your eyes, you take a breath, and you leap.
You fall, and that’s the only way to know that you’re flying.
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