Bridges

Be careful boy. You're being just a little bit too cavalier. One wrong move and the flames will engulf your last chance of ever getting to me. So tread very, very carefully.

It's your last bridge to burn, and it's the most fragile one. We both know how you annihilated the ones that came before. Do you remember the first one? It seemed indestructible. It emanated simple, steely beauty. Its strength was quiet, and inconspicuous. But you wore it down slowly... excruciatingly... you were almost resilient in wanting to bring it down. And you did.

But because of who you are to me, I tried again. And there were moments when it was worth it. And so we built another bridge - wooden, and slightly ricketier than the first. I tried to ignore the sounds it made. Tried to ignore the creaks of warning... stubbornly trying to ignore the tearing out of my heart once again. But the weight of what you did... it brought it crashing down.

So realize this, boy. I have nothing left to give but this bridge of rope and twine. It's as shaky as they come, and its survival is in your hands. Tread with care, boy. The smallest flicker of hurt or anger can ignite into a flame... and whoosh! Down comes the last bridge.