Together we scaled the mountain; me, eager with anticipation of the breathtaking view, and you, hiding your excitement under a layer of nonchalance. We finally reached the top of the cliff, lightheaded and giddy from the thin air, and I reached my arm up, up, and scraped the edge of the sky. And you turned to me with that dazzling smile, making me gasp and take an involuntary step back. And then there’s a rush of loose stones and that heart dropping moment of blind panic as the ground gives way under me. I throw my hands out in desperation and grasp onto the edge, feet dangling a thousand feet above the abyss. Perspiration moistens my palms and my grip slides. And I looked up at you in desperation, and for just a moment, our eyes met, and in yours, I saw hesitance.