One day there was built a thin, enclosed glass bridge. The bridge lead from a northern place called Anywhere to a southern place called Everywhere. As one could imagine, it was a useful bridge. Built off the left side of the bridge was a bar, and built off the right side was another. People would come to these bars to socialize, and to see through the thin glass bridge to the other side of the world. Someone had the idea of writing on the thin glass bridge with markers to talk with the people on the other side. People have done it ever since.
One day a man walked into a bar on the left side of the bridge. He wanted to see who was there, if there was anyone worth talking to. He lived alone. He had a few conversations in the bar, even wrote to some people on the other side of the thin glass bridge.
One day at the bar he saw a woman on the other side of the thin glass bridge. He had never seen anyone so beautiful. He wrote on the glass, even knocking on it to try to get her attention. She noticed him, sooner than he thought she would, in fact, as there were many people in both bars. They started writing to each other on the thin glass bridge. They wrote about everything. They wrote about what they liked and what they didn't like, and they wrote about their lives. They even wrote about love, and the woman mentioned that she loved someone. The man was't too disappointed; it was too far around the bridge to ever visit the other side anyway. The man would come back to the bar on the left side of the bridge nearly every day, pleasantly surprised each time, realizing the woman was there as often as he was.
One day the man came to the bar. The woman wasn't on the other side, but she left some writing on the thin glass bridge. In their usual part of the glass to write there were instructions on how to find her at the new bar she moved to: how far North it was, and where she would be sitting. There were many bars built along the thin glass bridge. The man was happy for the woman that she moved to another bar. At the last bar there were too many men pestering her and not leaving her alone. The man hurried over to the other bar. He and the woman started writing to each other again at the new bar, and he loved how much less lonely he felt with a friend on the other side of the thin glass bridge, a very beautiful friend.
One day the man realized he was in love. He was deeply, hopelessly in love. The man and the woman had shared so much of their lives with each other on the walls of the thin glass bridge. It hurt that the man was in love with someone on the other side of the thin glass bridge, and the bridge ran for too many miles in each direction. The man didn't want to get hurt, but he liked writing to the woman too much to stop.
One day the man and the woman were writing to each other on the thin glass bridge when the woman pointed something out to the man. She was pointing to another woman on the other side of the glass, the side the man was on. She wrote to the man about how she had seen the other woman through the glass for a while, looking at the man many times, as if in love. The man turned around and saw that the other woman was beautiful, perhaps even as beautiful as the woman on the other side of the thin glass bridge. The woman on the other side of the thin glass bridge knew the man was lonely, so she wrote to him saying he should go talk to the other woman. He didn't want to. He wanted to stay against the thin glass bridge, staying comfortably and thoroughly in love with the woman on the other side, so he did.
One day the woman realized why the man didn't go talk to the other woman. She was heartbroken. She didn't want the man to be lonely, especially because she knew he was in love with her. That day at the thin glass bridge she got an idea. When the man arrived she wrote to him saying that if he ever wanted to meet, she would meet him halfway, at the entrance to Everywhere. They both had demanding jobs, but the man made sure they would make a plan.
One day all the pieces fell into place, and the man and the woman finally knew when they would meet. They left that day. It was a very long journey, but the man was too excited to see the woman to care. The woman didn't mind the journey; she knew how much the man wanted to see her.
One day the man and the woman arrived at the entrance to Everywhere. As soon as the man saw the woman, he couldn't help but kiss her. As soon as he kissed her, the woman realized she would never find anyone else like the man. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, or rather a point suspended in time, but eventually they had to let go. They stood there, gazing into each other's eyes at the entrance to Everywhere. They talked about what to do next; they had both assumed that they would simply go back to their dull lives and continue writing to each other on the thin glass bridge. Neither of them would let that happen. They didn't want to go back on the left side of the bridge, and they didn't want to back on the right side of the bridge, so they decided to cross it.
One day they arrived at the space between the first pair of bars, the space between which the man first saw the woman. They found where they had written to each other and finally talked about their lives face-to-face. Then they moved on.
One day they arrived at the space between the second pair of bars. They instantly found where they had written to each other; on the left side of the bridge the man had written so much that all that was visible was a large mess of indistinguishable writing, pink from the marker he used. On the right side there was one in blue. They could barely read any of it, but still they stayed and told each other about everything they wrote on the walls of the thin glass bridge face-to-face.
One day they got up from their last stop on their way to Anywhere and headed toward it.
One day they arrived.