They say the toughest decision lies between a rock and a hard place.
How can I choose?
On one hand, I’ve known you all my life. As familiar, not as the back of my hand; but the tips of my fingers that can draw every plane of your face.
Your presence can warm me better than the sun; your laugh, like the gentle sea breeze that caresses my face; your smile that is all the cure I need for a bitter day.
I know you inside and out, your remote corners and your many facets. Your past, present and future that have never strayed from mine; your hopes and fears that mirrored my own; Never one without the other, a matched set, you and I.
There she is.
Just within my sights, but never in my grasp, she is silver smoke.
More beauty than I could ever imagine, mystery beyond my wildest imaginings, she is a veil of finest silk concealing a secret garden.
Her smile challenges me, beckoning, calling out…. She is a siren.
I know nothing in comparison, the warnings have been said. If I take the plunge there may be no return to safety; she is the deep blue sea, clear as her cerulean eyes, whose deceptive depths may lead me to my doom.
I wish to jump into that oblivion, or have never lived a day in my life.
I wish to scream with abandon into the night, run a thousand miles in the barren desert, fly towards the sun even if it burns me.
Can I bring myself to do it?