I'm walking through darkness; it's cold and alone. I don't know the way, but I must go wherever you are not, my closest friend. Through a chain link fence where I can only touch your fingers, this 'second heart' is not what I desire.
I must let go, and I can't say why because you cannot know, but I hope to feel your touch again soon. Beneath your waves, my path is slow. It's hard to breathe, but 'friend' is far more suffocating.
I love you. I am in love with you.
And once I reach the edge, I will jump, and I will fall, so please forget about me. It's getting darker, but your light shines on ever infinitely. I'll watch you from afar as our bond dissipates and the cold winds tighten my skin, but eventually, I'll reach your bottom-most heart.
The heart that holds your distant relatives. The old friends from school you haven't spoken to in years, and the co-workers you forget about until you hear their names again. I'll wait until you can barely see me. Just until you begin to lose wonder, and the memories become vague.
Then I will return.
I'll act surprised at how you've grown, even though I never stopped watching. I'll show you things you've never noticed through that chain fence. Now keen at crossing cold rivers and dim caves, I'll continue my journey.
To your first heart.
