words of your summer

I was standing on the ledge
of a twenty-four story building.
I was breathing in every dream. Every hope. Every story. Every word of your summer.
I exhaled all my doubt. All my concern. All my confusion. All my worries.
I closed my eyes and saw nothing but you.
I opened my eyes and told myself not to look down.
I looked down.
I saw the roads and paths of which I had lead my life up until that point.
I saw every option. Every decision I had ever made. Every tear ever cried.
I took in a big breath and screamed till my lungs shot out.
This is beauty. This is real. This is more than appreciation. It's more than an argument.
A hug. A song shared. A laugh. A hand held. A quick minute where both eyes are met.
I took it for granted.
I stood on the ledge for years.
The only way down is to jump.
How the fuck did I get up so high?