Lush eyes look back at mine, encouraging and kind. Your hand never touches mine but the magnetic force of you pulls me wherever you’re going. I want to follow you better than anyone else ever could. My eyes sparkle and my feet stumble towards the edge, feelings of danger mistaken for butterflies.

You walk with me, whispering jokes in my ear. My jokes with you are better than anyone else’s. I laugh louder than necessary, trying to draw attention to the sparks flying in my imagination. I hardly notice that I’m walking along the verge alone.

I free fall with no arms around to catch me. You look at me over the edge, face etched with concern and confusion. I’ve dreamt of this moment, I thought we would fall together. You’re safely at the top while the embarassment of the impact wrecks me.

The bottom is a quiet, respectful place to get yourself together. I convince myself that I’d never get so close to danger again and I pull myself up by the bootstraps. I make the trek back up to the top and when those gemstone eyes look back at mine, I can feel the pull again.