Unsure

How can it be that every time I reach the cliff
you are there with hand outstretched.
"Give it time", "you'll get her back", "it isn't over yet."
You pull me back and give me hope and off I go again.
You'll never know how much you mean to me,
or how you've saved my life.
Or perhaps its not coincidence that we meet this way,
that on the cliff we both stand waiting for destiny.
Could it be the outstretched hand is there for both of us.
And what will happen,
if it comes to pass,
that I don't make it to the cliff,
for you to save us both?