You scare me. No... you terrify me.

You're strong and stable.
You're free and floating.

You're a summer breeze.
You're a wild adventure.

You're everything I have ever wanted, and thought I didn't deserve.
And you're going to have power over me.
The power to love me.
The power to break my heart.

The little voice inside me is afraid. It tells me to run to safety, to my familiar little lonely space.

But this is my year of bravery, and that little voice can go straight to Hell.

From the top of a cliff, I joked with a stranger about my fear of heights.

In response, he jumped into the icy waters below and beckoned me to follow.
With a single smile, I was convinced.

I, too, jumped.