The Bridge

Imagine you’re standing on a bridge

Looking at what’s below.

The wind is whispering in your ear,

Telling you to jump.

It’s a long way down

And you’re scared of heights.

But you take one step away from the edge

And fall anyway.

It goes fast at first,

But then in slow motion.

You feel like you’re flying.

You’re soaring.

It’s magical in that moment.

You’re free.

Anything is possible.

Until you hit the ground.

Your heart's still beating,

But every bone in your body is broken.

It’s painful,

And you are having issues breathing.

That’s what it’s like to fall in love

With no one there to catch you.