Let's Play at The Seesaw!

― You want to play with me?

― Hey! Let's get on that seesaw over there. sounds like a lot of fun, doesn't it?

Here, I go this way and you go the other. I'm going to push really hard on the ground now, then I'm going to jump up in the air!

― Ready? One two Three!

And the person in front of you goes up in the air like fireworks, a bubble of laughter comes out of his lips like the ringing of bells.

Before you know it, you feel your stomach jump into your throat as your own feet leave the ground and the wind whips through your hair.

It is a rush, a whirlwind of emotion and adrenaline.

You can't wait for the next time your toes hit the ground and you're soaring into the air, chest aching from the flurry of giggles that never seems to die down. A word flashes in the back of your mind in the haze of pure joy.

Fun.

― This is fun.

And as you look at your partner with eyes that begin to water, you have no doubt that their heart echoes the same feeling that runs through your entire being.

"Isn't this the best thing ever? - They ask.

Your eager agreement is drowned out by two sets of laughter...

You're not sure how much time has passed because, as the saying goes, time flies when you're having fun, doesn't it?

"A repetitive game of see-saw." But you didn't care, no"

― "It was fun, and you never wanted fun to be as fleeting as the wind that flapped your shirt." - I told myself..

And so you jumped off the ground once more, until the sky was filled with a fiery blaze until the crickets began to sing their nightly hymn until your thighs ached from the weariness of clinging to a wooden bar for who knows how long. weather.

"But you didn't care, no. Right?"

- "Right?" ― A repetitive game of see-saw.

Suddenly you lock eyes with the figure in front of you, a shiver running down your spine as you catch their once fiery gaze beginning to fade.

As the sun leaves the sky, even the brightest embers will eventually die out.

Even the happiest times must come to an end.

Even the things that once gave you joy would be the very harbinger of cruel anguish...

― This is getting boring, ― they say. Somebody has to get off here, but I can't.

You know this has an end, but you can't bring yourself to stop it yourself.

Is it because you have gotten used to the routine and were afraid to venture into the unknown?

Or maybe you didn't want to hurt them? (Deep down you knew they didn't want to hurt you either).

Was it the beginning of a small quarrel? The moment I became heavier than you

Since parallels never existed in the first place... Moreover, were you greedy and tried to match it?

It was love, and if this is the word itself

Do I need to repeat it?

We're tired of each other and we seem to be holding the same card, so what…

Your gaze never leaves theirs, while a silent message is reflected in their eyes.

Let's not drag this out any longer, but you know getting off the seesaw can hurt, especially if the bar hits your inner thighs as you slide back.

Especially if you lose your balance and hit the ground below you.

And it does. They both do...

― And it hurts. ― They are both injured. But you are both fine.

Sometimes it takes a little pain for wounds to begin to heal.

Your eyes meet once more as your old playmate stands up first, and you realise that the view mirrors the view we saw when you were at the bottom end of the seesaw a few minutes ago.

They extend a hand to you, a single sentence leaves their lips with warmth and sincerity.

Thanks for playing with me.