please say we're a bridge (part one)

Minutes that turned into hours

that turned into days and years of 

back-breaking labour 

proved to be worth it

because I...

I built this.

I built this in which you and I are now joined.

I built this in which we are connected in partial solidarity. 

This solidarity, however, has become so trivial because of how long

and how ardently I have been constructing this connection with you.

But I...

I have done it.

I can walk right through and over anything to get to you.

There is nothing that can stand in our way.

And you know it. 

You know that you are mine to walk to, mine to be with, mine to stand tall beside...

mine.

We are two properties, side by side...and linked.

More, if not most, importantly...LINKED. 

I feel that this connection is to be shared; to be flaunted, like a bridge. 

To be made known for all to see, to look up to, and to marvel at for its' flight, for its' strength, for its' stability.  

We were made to be seen. 

But I feel like you don't feel like I do. You give me the impression that we're a tunnel.

Twice as long as we are wide. Enclosed all around with the exception of two openings.

Hidden and reliable. Hidden and advantageous. Hidden and abused. Hidden...

Reliable when, times before, they were used for escape.

Advantageous when having to go somewhere that can't be gotten to in any other way. 

Abused... for all who pass through only to pass. 

But bridges.

Bridges are marveled at when one passes through because it gives height as if one were flying. 

Bridges don't sway but stay in the air. Stay steady and still; as if standing on solid ground.

And I think bridges are how you and I are. How WE are connected and will remain connected... that is, until one burns down...until the other is left with a hole in their side. But for now before any holes, I want to soar with you.

So please, 

please tell me we're a bridge.