passion is the giant magnet

The same passion that attracts me to Kathy, also can turn against her.
Bottomless lows versus ultimate highs.
The extremes pull me toward her.
The highs won't ignored.
They demand to be shared.
The lows have demands also.
They demand to be replaced by the highs.

Kathy's life couldn't be made into a movie.
No one would believe it.
No one has this good of luck, or this bad.

If we lived lives without mirrors I could revel in the peaks and canyons with her.
It's when I catch a glimpse of myself, a glimpse of Kathy, living in the uncertiantude, that I wonder how she'll get back from jumping around like a monkey.

Just seeing if you're paying attention.

Kathy hasn't been jumping around like a monkey for awhile now.

My mom always told me that you can't experience the highest highs without experiencing the lowest lows.
I repeated that saying to my boys growing up, but never really grasped it in a real sense, as more than a warning.

Until now.

I crawl down through the muck until I am at Kathy's side and pull her upwards to a place where I am more comfortable seeing her.
A place where the sun shines bright and dries tears.

Icarus flew too high and fell to the earth, but what if he had someone to catch him, so he could try again and again?

My passion is catch Kathy's passion and to feed it until she is able to fly again.

When she flies, I fly.