No Fear of Flying

Dear friends, dear loves, I don’t believe it’s a friend’s or lover’s job to catch you when you fall. I can’t. We don’t live in a padded world, and we can’t protect each other from it.

No. Fall. Fall and shatter. You need that. I need it, when I fall. Instead, I believe as a friend or lover that it’s my job to be there to sort out the aftermath, to be there with the first aid, and the towels, to sit vigil, to mend.

But the fall is yours. It has to be. How else are we measly humans supposed to learn to fly?

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