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We’re dragged downstream by the current. Flowing with the water, we don’t need social graces to feel graceful. We’re proceeding on a journey we didn’t decide to make. We glory in the effortless momentum that terrifies and excites us.
We see the river disappear in the distance, and our smiles falter because if we don’t climb onto land, we’ll fall and never see this place again. We don’t know how deep the drop is. We don’t know if there are rocks at the bottom.
But we have a vague suspicion it will feel good to plummet down the waterfall together. A terrible, dangerous, beautiful idea.
It will probably hurt a lot.
With that in mind, we grab the riverbank on opposite sides and pull ourselves to safety.
Cold and wet, we stare at each other for the longest time across the water, further apart than ever. We exchange sad, lethargic smiles before we turn away.
Our goodbyes are always awkward.