When you trust someone and give your heart to them, it's like jumping off of a cliff.
I've been teetering at the edge for a while, not sure of what to do. It's hard to jump when your last attempt left you dashed on the rocks below. Really hard.
I'm afraid – terrified – of making that jump when I'm so unsure that I'll even be caught...
...but even with the fresh wounds and memories from the jagged rocks below, I dream of jumping.
I'm tired and I'm afraid, but more than either of those things, I'm tired of being without you. Tired of being racked with pain because of stars and other symbols. I want you to be here.
So I jumped and I have to say, it feels good to have done it. It feels even better for it to be received and appreciated and treasured.
It feels good to be able to call you by your name again. It feels good to shed tears over something worthwhile.
It feels good to have my friend back after having lost him for so long.
Welcome back, Pollux. I missed you.
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