Last night I was thinking how sometimes people are just a bridge to get you to some other place in your life. You cross over the bridge and then you're in a new place and done with the bridge, done with the need for the bridge. The problem is, when you're crossing the bridge sometimes you can't see what's on the other side. It could be a really long bridge like the Bay Bridge, or just dark or shrouded in mist. So you don't know what you're headed for. That bothers me. I like to know what's coming at all times, but realistically, you can't. I suppose if it's dark enough you can't even know for sure that a person is just the bridge and not the End of the bridge. I suppose.