Such Great Heights

I am thinking it's a sign the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned

He laid in the field and felt as if he were floating in an ocean of serenity. His fingers lazily grazed the soft petals around him and the smallest of smiles shone through his lips. The same slightly giddy feeling rose up in his chest that he felt each time he was there. It was dizzying, dismantling, addictive.

She came with the breeze. Wispy and soft--a mystical beauty, enigmatic and unexplainable. And somehow, at the same time, she was home. A wild, ever-fleeting abode which offered infinite comfort.

And I have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay

They never questioned each other. What answers could there possibly be for the two of them? There were millions of obstacles and problems and complications that surrounded everything they touched. Theirs was a story far too deep for a simple ending.

The sun beamed down on them, but they didn't need its heat. They formed energy all their own. Each time they touched it was like an electric surge—shocking them, burning them, exciting them. They explored each other as if it were the first time every time. Held on desperately as if it were the last time every time.

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say

Theirs was a love, a passion, that only they could understand. And yet, they understood nothing. They only felt. He felt that he didn't know anything about her, and yet, she was the most familiar presence in his life. She was his bones, his marrow, his essence.

Logic played no part in their story. They were dancing, spinning wildly in a world of fantasy. She belonged in the stream of life, her spirit had been called to rest so many times. But she never went. And any other man would have returned to his earthly home by then. To the simple life. To a simpler love. But he never went.

His life had been one of chaos and strife—but always of adventure. Settling down to normalcy had been made an impossibility so long ago. And with her there, why settle? Why settle when they could lift each other up, up, up to preposterous heights.

His breath was hot in her ear, begging her for more when it had all been too much since the very beginning. She felt so good it hurt. She felt so good that all the worried looks from their friends didn't so much as make a dent in his resolve. She felt so good that he'd come to the field each dayto see her, defying the laws of earth,of life,of death.

They were above it. They were celestial. They were inexplicable. They were fierce. They would never be ordinary. They were love in its purest, craziest, most beautiful form.

But everything looks perfect from far away, "Come down now"
But we'll stay

A/N: Lyrics by The Postal Service. Random, and inspired by the interview with Nojima where he says "Cloud never had a boring personality in the first place, so when he started living with Tifa and started out his job, the peaceful life he had never experience before made him anxious."

The way I see it, that can either be interpreted as Cloud having to learn to overcome this anxiety and at the end of ACsettling down for a nice, cozy family life with Tifa. Or the alternative that I wrote about. I prefer the latter, but that might just be me.