The creation of me

The clouds and soil married and became one. They made love to each other vigorously before they were forced to be separated by the mountains and the sun. The clouds, depressed, shed salted tears that fell upon the soil. The soil caught all the tears and held them tight. They created a love child despite the sadness. This child became the sea which bore another creature, that was me.

Finding reasons to stay

I thought you and I were both ready for a new start. I must admit it's been a while since I've felt this way about anyone or anything. What is so troubling is that we retrogressed before we could even move forward. Now I'm questioning my decisions. Is this what I really want? I told you to figure out what you want to happen. I told you to really think about your decision. I agreed so easily to stay in this state of nothingness. Maybe I wanted this because I, myself, am not sure about what I want anymore. I told you not to take too long because I won't always be around but when I think about it, maybe I'm already gone.