a short part of a story..

Now, I'm straining my last bit of strength to balance at the edge of a roof..

Looking down, I saw you. But your arms were crossed against your chest and in your eyes, I saw a familiar warmth and sparkle..Then, with a soft and gentle voice, you called out, "Come on down." Or rather, that's what I hoped to hear as I glimpsed the smile that followed.

Am I delusional? Why would you make me fall yet showed no intention of capturing me?

Just then, another dilemma begun within me. To put aside my pride and ego as I choose to fall, taking the risk that you'd catch me and embracing the chances of brokenness.. Or.. to hold onto a strand of so called dignity, just to place myself in a place,where you cant see me get hurt?

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