Lovers are rockets that lift you up beyond the safety of the atmosphere, past the horizon of your ordinary world, and beyond the gravity that tethers you to your own self-centered perspective; riding the momentum of desire, higher and higher, until you can almost brush your fingertips against the stars; coasting on a current of breath and fire, burning vapor trails against the cool black of space.

If you’re lucky, you’ll reach the apex where you can peer down at the tiny blue dot below you, and for the first time sincerely appreciate how beautiful the world is when you’re no longer wallowing knee deep in the shit of it. You can exist — together — in a temporary state of suspended wonder, where there’s nothing between you but comfortable silence and mutual awe…

You’re so wrapped up in each other that you don’t even notice that you’re falling… not at first. Not until you feel the initial stomach flip that reminds you how far above your known world that you’ve been hovering. You descend slowly at first, building speed and fury just as you become fully conscious of the height; focused on the plummet.

You only have two viable options at this point. Panic and let the fear suck out everything pleasant you’ve experienced throughout the journey so far, perhaps letting it transform to anger or bitterness… or simply submit to the act of falling, embracing the anxiety as a surge of adrenaline; the last epic hurrah before you’re burned alive while re-entering the atmosphere, followed by violently smashing into the surface of the earth…

And some people may even regret boarding in the first place… but I sort of stand by the notion that love should have the potential to be a cataclysmic event from which the world — your world — may never recover.

Sure there’s going to be fallout, bits of dust and gloom that hang in the skies blotting out the sun, but once the debris clear you can be certain that whatever remains are the fittest and most adaptable parts of you. They may not always be pretty, but at least you know that they have the capacity to survive and evolve…That, and when I’m really being honest?

I’m in lust with the lift off, and in love with the fall…❤