Who am I without you?
I always assumed there was an “us”, that we were “we” and that that will always be the truth. But life doesn’t go that way. When we walk onto the ledge and stare to the bottom, looking at the waves crashing from the sea. As we feel the wind blowing on our skin, terrified to jump, walking our feet backwards one by one. You are there to make sure we fall. To push us to the bottom of the ocean, trying to drag us up to catch some air but never letting us get there. For a moment, I stay there, allowing myself to sink. Accepting that this is my faith and that this is how it has to be.
You reach your hand to me to take me out, knowing so well i will never be able to reach. I try either way, but fail. I look into your eyes and wonder if you still see me. Do you still see me? Do you see my falling?
I close my eyes and think. Who am I without you? Is there a me? Is there an I? I always thought it was just an us, and never a me.
