By: Anna Mason
I am afraid.
I am afraid to fall.
More specifically, for my heart to fall. For my heart to become attached and it never wanting to let go.
It has happened before. Call me paranoid. Call me crazy. But unless you have been through it and know how it feels, don't talk to me.
Bring on the heights. I'll stand on the edge and look straight down. I'll hold my chin up and yell to the great openness around me.
That's not the kind of falling I'm afraid of.
I fear for my heart.