This....is us.

Close your eyes. Imagine you’re standing on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the ocean. Down below rests the sea, it’s quite and calm, with only small and unnoticeable waves breaking on the shore. Far, far beyond on the horizon, the sun is beginning to set. It is painted with magnificent colours of reds, oranges, yellows, golds. There is grass on this cliff, long, soft grass that tickles your ankles as you stand, gives you a sense of freedom, blows in the wind as your heart does. You’re standing there, with the wind blowing through your hair, making you feel as free as any bird of the sky, the beautiful kind, as beautiful as you feel right there, right at that moment as you stand with weak knees with the grass brushing against yours legs, as the wind blows against your cheeks, as the beautiful sun in setting in colors that words cannot describe. The sunset is beautiful; beautiful as your first love, beautiful as the blessings life gives you, beautiful as listening to lovely music, beautiful as knowing there is true love, beautiful as finding good things in everything bad…more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. IT takes your breath away. It leaves you there, with eyes that can only see and imagine describing its beauty to someone else, but you know you can’t because it’s just too great, too wonderful. While looking out at the magic the sun, the wind, the colors that are created around you, you realize that I am standing right next to you, in awe and wonder at the same sight you are viewing. You can tell that my own heart and mind is lost in this indescribable beauty and you leave me there, to think, to dream, to continue to wonder in awe. Looking down, seeing the warm breeze making the grass dance around your knees, you see your hands are cupped, holding pieces of glass, glass that is colored, tarred, shining, dull, cracked, and burned…the glass of your heart. Next to you, you see that I have my own hands cupped in the same way, holding my own shards of glass, the glass of my broken heart. You lift your head, no longer wanting to look at what we hold in our bleeding hands, wanting to turn away, to ignore the pain. The wind begins to blow, really blow, and you think, just for that second, that it will blow all the pain away, take the broken shards of our hearts away, and steal us away to a better, happier place, where we could be the people we were meant to be, not the people we are now. The wind does not follow through with your hopes, but causes you and I to raise our hands, raise our arms, stretched out to the heavens of the world, stretched to the space above our tangled brains to a place we wish our mended hearts could one day be. The sunlight from our setting star hits the burned, cracked splinters of our hearts, causing even more magnificent colours to be streaked through the glass, more magnificent colours than what the setting sun was creating…the light twists around us, spills over us, encompasses us in remnants of our hearts, our love. We stand there, arms outstretched to the heavens, holding the broken pieces of our hearts, our love, watching as these colours leave us even more breathless, leave us broken, beautiful, lost, wandering, confused, sad, and amazed. The wind is still blowing, blowing hard around us. You notice my curly hair, twisting and turning around my tear-streaked face, dancing in the breeze. It breaks your heart. I can see your tear-streaked face, too, but it is hidden more than my own. As the wind dances around us, teases us, fools us, we wish that it can carry the love we have left in our bodies, in our souls, to each other. We wish that the powerful winds of this cliff can be pulled into our bodies, through the last pieces of our hearts, our love, that were left behind from the war, pushed out through our eyes that had once seen wonderful, lovely things between the two of us, and sent to each other, to tell each other, whisper to one another, of the love that was created between our two souls, something unforgettable, something that we know we both want to keep alive. But we know deep down that we can only hold the shards of these broken hearts in our hands, still eternally hoping the wind will always let the other know that the love remains…because if we touch each other, we know we will shatter each other’s skin, each other’s last pieces of life. So we stand there, stand by side, watching the glorious sun set in colours of reds, oranges, yellows, golds, watch as the light twists and turns around the debris of our broken hearts as we lift them up to the wind, to eternity. We stand there, tear-streaked faces, swollen eyes, not wanting to say our last goodbye. We stand there, for eternity, knowing we can’t touch each other, longing to do so anyway, knowing our hearts’ shattered pieces are what lie ahead…what is to happen, what has happened. And it breaks our hearts to think of this image every time each other’s name arises. It breaks our hearts, or at least, what is left of our hearts………