We had found our way to each other in the vast void below. Our hands outstretched, searching, brushed into each other and found warmth.  Then, in time, we found that they fit.  

We began to build, slowly, and unsteadily at first, finding the right materials to form a base, and gradually ascending upwards through the mists of uncertainty. 

Hand in hand we built towards the ever lightening sky, our pillar, and our determination, resolute. Occasionally, bold gusts of wind threatened our footing atop the pillar, pressing one or the other dangerously close to the edge. But the strength of our bond held strong, and allowed the one with stable footing to rescue the other. 

We built our pillar from the nothingness below to the clouds we now oversaw.

Further into the ever thinning clouds we built, stretching towards the star-spotted canopy of twilight of night, and the sun-soaked ceiling of day. We endured gusts, and gales, breezes, and blows.  And still, we ascended together.

And then came the tempest. Furious it came, and did untether us two! It pushed our bodies apart and toward the edge.  Our hands were wrenched from each other as our fingers grasped for purchase. 

And then you let go.

I gazed, bewildered, as I staggered backwards towards the drop.  I cried out your name as you stepped casually toward your edge, and I fell. I took the first of many impacts as my body struck the pillar while I plummeted towards the abyss. The pillar cracked and shook as it began breaking apart. In my descent through wisps of despair I looked to the clouds, and was amazed at what I beheld.  I had focused all efforts towards our pillar and its ascent. You had built small, imperceptible to myself, pillars just off the edge of ours.  Upon one of these you alighted, as I fell into darkness.

Humbly yours,

J