She leaped
Proof exists in actions
I followed
Not in thoughts or theories
She promised me
All pens run out of ink
She'd hold on
All pencils need to be sharpened
My hand grabbed and caught air
How am I any different?
She strayed away
The tingling sensation of nothing being there
Would I hold onto her?
The winner reaps the benefits
Should I follow?
But when both are losing, who gets the prize?