I realize at this moment that you wouldn't actually push me off the deep end, no just almost. I could look down and see my feet halfway off the cliff, and blackness down below. But you couldn't do it. Not because you truly care either but because you won't be known as the bad guy. And then the next realization: there is no taking a step backwards because you'll still be standing there, arms out to keep me in place as long as you please. So I jump off the edge landing crumpled at the bottom. I can't move but I can see a new road in front of me, beautifully lit. I know I need to take time to be in good enough condition to walk this road but the sight of it gives me a new motivation so I take a deep breath and begin working on myself, finally without you.
