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Gravity

I was there, at the edge of the cliff. Tip-toeing precariously, my heartbeat accelerating and my nerves stimulating.

I didn't want to fall. I didn't want to meet the harsh, beautiful ground far below.

But as I was trying to retract my steps, I slipped. And I fell.

I felt like screaming, but I couldn't. My voice was long gone. I fell with the wind whipping my dress from left to right and my hair flying in all directions. I could see the ground getting closer, the death of me. I shut my eyes, afraid.

You made me fall. I think you knew, you saw it coming and you basked in the glory of that knowledge.

I fell, and you were there to greet me with the passionate whisper of a kiss. A kiss of triumph.

I guess I forgot to tell you that I was terrified of heights. And falling.

Falling in love with you.