Standing here,
lying here,
with you in my arms,
my face muffled by your shoulder,
your lips pressed against mine,
our hands intertwined,
it's safe.
Standing here,
gazing into your eyes,
my back to the cliff,
my hands with something to hold on to,
my feet with something to stand on,
it's all okay.
I was at the bottom,
and you took my hand
and led me to the top of this mountain.
At first there was the rush,
that rush that always comes with flying,
I felt the wind in my hair,
looked around and was caught in your eyes,
and I wasn't afraid.
But now that we're here,
we're standing here,
I can see how far we've come
how...
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