Letting the last of the soft winter sunlight kiss my face, I
kept thinking to myself how you & I have kept in touch like nothing ever
happened, like there’s was no heartbreak, no resignation. But the reality… Oh,
the reality. It is far bitterer than we would like to believe. We would like to
believe ourselves to be two star-crossed lovers, each on our own little boat of
contradicting faiths which are sailing on a sea of judgment and condescension. We
would to believe that despite being on two separate vessels, we sail towards a
common horizon. But the reality of the matter is, I can see no horizon. The waters
are foggy, the judgment is cloudy, for the jury has not yet decided what to
make of us; are we the culprits or merely the victims of a number of brutal
acts committed against the institution of faith, the institution of love.
No, my love there is no horizon for us, or maybe there just isn’t
one for me. So, I would go on to believe that it would be best for both of us
if you sail forth to the horizon that you see, & I burn my boat & swim
back to shore, to the safety of a predictable tomorrow, for the uncertainty of
a life with you is not one that my feeble mind is willing to comprehend, at
least not today.
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