People ship us. Do you realize this?
You're lovely.
I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, and I can't decide whether to dive or not. My adrenalin is starting to surge, but I can't decide if I'm ready for this. More worrying? I'm not sure I'd land in the water or hit the rocks if I do jump, and I'm not sure I'd survive hitting the rocks. I've done that before, and I barely survived. I'm just now nearly healed from that fall; am I really ready to risk this?
Know this: if you decided to clear away some of the rocks or show me where I could jump, I wouldn't hesitate. I would choose you every day, and I would do all I could to make you laugh. I would support you as you continue to grow into the man your becoming.
But I don't think I'm really what you want or what you're looking for.
It won't be long now before I find myself staring down the rocks. If I'm smart I'll pull myself away from the edge.
I miss reckless desire and being fearless.
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