We stood on the edge of something so deep that you couldn’t see the bottom. I took his hand and stared down. “You really have no qualms about this?”
“No,” he said it quickly. How could he stand here without the sense of impending doom? “But I sense you might. A small qualm? A qualm-ette, perhaps?”
I looked back over the edge.
“We have no idea how this is going to end,” I said.
“The end might hurt.”
“It might. Or it might never come.”
I looked around at the slippery edge before the sheer drop. It was no wonder that so many people fell in. At least doing it this way gave us some kind of control.
“Alright,” I sighed. “Let’s go.”
He smiled, kissed me and hand in hand we jumped in to Love.