She faced the north and he faced the south, the only thing in between them was a bridge. All they had to do was stand up and meet each other halfway. Or at least, that’s what she hoped for. Suddenly, time stopped and everything was static.
I don’t think this is what I’m looking for, she thought. She yearned to have a relationship with someone she could be herself with, someone who would put as much as effort into her as she would do to him. Was this bridge worth it? It looked stable on the outside but she could see beyond it.
No bridge is perfect, she thought. One needs to work on it, improve it and see what works and what doesn’t, that’s how things work, right? The need to get to the other side still remains even if the bridge is destroyed, right? But what if there is no other side?
A bridge could be repaired and made useful no matter what, except for one thing. She realized that this bridge would only survive if the other end was secured as well.
She stood up. She ran.
Time continued it’s journey.