Up above the sounds of every day chaos, the clouds are sparse and I can see for miles. The trek here is more than worth it, but I’ll never share it with anyone. Not again anyways. This cliffside of my own serenity is the one place to clear my head. Sitting here, my legs dangling and the wind brushing my face, the voices that normally scrape their way into my mind are hushed. I don’t know if it’s the lack of oxygen or the absence of the city. I couldn’t care less.

I close my eyes and fill my lungs imagining what life would be like if that week hadn’t happened.

If things unfolded differently.

If I hadn’t doubted myself.

If I hadn’t met _you_.