mergers and acquisitions

what are we? match makers or breakers? (at the risk of sounding like carrie bradshaw)
we meet on the terrace high above the rest of the city after we have finished our individual endeavors, conquests, acquisitions of the day. High, up against the millions of ‘stories’ below. We come to talk of our own stories. Together we weave relationships, sorrows, needs, mere-mortals, future plans, aspirations and many things that one brings to such heights. We come here to throw it all out at the rest of the world, to shout from the rooftops. Puff, swig, lump in my throat. Gulp.

We want to be loved. We know what we want. We pursue our desires and we eventually succumb to these, no matter what. We meet on the terrace to listen to each other. We are friends and we carry our transparent souls hidden inside transparent hearts held within transparent bodies, so that when our hearts are clouded with pain, you will see it and make it go away.
And we all long for the unconditional eternal glory of love.

We are suddenly surrounded by theories on the psychosomatic behavior of middle-aged mortals. Sip, yack, nod. We brush it away. You struggle to find what you want. We will be your match makers and your match breakers beside you, against match-seekers and heart-breakers.
Parallel lives.
Your ache today, my ache tomorrow.
Double fold.
That’s why you know.