Sweeter Than Safety

To love you was like standing at the edge of a cliff

I could see how far I might fall,

I could feel the fear in my chest,

and part of me whispered to step back.

But I didn’t. I leaned forward,

and I let myself go.

I knew what was coming

the rush, the uncertainty,

the way everything would change once I let go of the ground.

But what surprised me

was how sweet the fall felt.

Sweeter than safety,

sweeter than the steady ground I used to cling to.

The ground was safe, yes.

But it was empty.

It was the kind of safe that keeps you numb,

where nothing hurts,

but nothing really touches you either.

I thought that was enough once

to be steady, to be unshaken.

But then I met you.

With you, even falling felt like living.

Even the risk, the not knowing,

the ache of giving myself away

it all felt worth it.

Because for the first time,

I wasn’t just standing still.

I was moving, flying,

even if it looked like falling to everyone else.

And maybe I should’ve been afraid.

Maybe I should’ve chosen the ground.

But the truth is,

I would rather fall with you

than stand safely alone.

Because loving you wasn’t safety,

wasn’t certainty, wasn’t easy.

But it was real.

And I’d choose the fall again,

every single time.

-dmnd