Stood on the edge of the cliff for quite some time now.
When I was ready to make the fall, you weren’t sure if you could catch me.
Maybe.
Maybe we thought we couldn’t save ourselves while saving each other.
You were already at rock bottom.
Now I’m thinking I’m ready to make the jump, I know that now, when I fall, you’ll be strong enough.
Together we will be rock bottom.
But we will work our way back up.
I’ll take that leap for you. Will you let me fall?
