and there we are standing on the edge of the cliff, both looking towards the horizon, bodies trembling of fear and the cold that embraces us. she was an arm span away from me but my hand knows where to search and easily found hers under the drenched coat she are wearing.
'this is it, this is where we jump.' I said still looking at the setting sun, thinking about how calming it must be to jump while seeing nothing but this kind of beauty.
'do we look down?' she asked hand tightening in mine
'i want us to look at the sun, to see beauty in this terrible thing we are about to do. just so we can see beauty even for the last time.'
'i can hear them coming.'
'this is where we jump.' i repeated, she pulled my hand for me to turn, so we're standing face to face.
'if this is where we jump, and you say we should look towards the beauty that is the sun as we leap, then we might as well look at each other, because there's not much difference with the sun and this, what we have.'
'we are beautiful.'
'we are beautiful together.' she said with that smile, my favorite
'if this is the beauty of falling, i don't mind throwing myself overboard.' i laughed and she did too
'falling would only be beautiful if it's with you.' she smiled as the tears started rolling down her soft cheeks, knowing we do not have a place here, where we stand. this place might safe for now, but how about later.
'it is just sad we have to end up here.'
'then why think of it as an ending? how about, this is where we start?' i offered with the biggest smile i could muster.
'i guess they're right, we all have cliffs we need to leap from - -'
'and i am glad that you are mine.' i said completing her sentence and she nodded impressed
'on 3?' she asked as she took my other hand
'on 3.' i agreed.
we are two opposing poles the myth always says, and little do we know that the moment our skin touch an explosion of overwhelming relief will cripple us both, reaching will not only be reaching it will be attachment, and we'll prove myth once more that opposites do attract.
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RomanceLike the ships in the night that we are. This is what happens After we say goodnight. As we succumb in the safety of our quilts under the moonlight. -Compilation of Poetry-