falling

It's not just the time you spend with another person that determines the nature of the relationship - it's the spaces in between. How you reflect back, and reinterpret the hello, the goodbye, the stolen moments.

When you're in each other's company, the simple fact of the other person's breath beside you, can assure you that for these few hours, they are yours. With that, that walls we put up to protect ourselves come down, and we allow ourselves to connect.

But with a few days, some faceless communication, or some silence, you begin to doubt the understanding you had of your experience. You rip things apart with your mind, and construct another reality from the pieces. A reality built from the fear that you're feeling, that then pollutes your behaviour towards the other.

Can a relationship survive, or even get off the ground, if, when together, time feels like a raindrop gathering in the corner of a leaf, and the world blurs as you surge through space, towards earth, and the inevitable moment of separation...

and then, upon separation, you're unsure of where you fell from, why it happened, or what it meant?

But then again, raindrops don't question things - they just fall.