there used to be a boy, one who i'd thought i loved more than anything else in the world. he was one of the main focuses of my life from when we were two until we were thirteen, and as a child it had felt like forever. but we were naive and unsure and we thought we were invincible, so we jumped off the bridge into the dark together. that was when we started to grow up, and i found out that this person i'd known for almost my whole life was not who i thought he was. i tried to figure out how this had happened, but i was still free-falling off that bridge into the murky water below and he was wearing a life vest and i was wearing my heart on my sleeve and one day i woke up and i realized that i was going to have to walk away, for if i didn't then i would never be coming up for air ever again.