To you, it’s an inch.
Just an inch in the air, a space that separates you from a desire.
But for me- for me, it’s a cliff.
A steep drop, into an unknown void, that leaves a world I’ve built irrevocably-
And so we linger on the precipice, knowing full well that one careless move means
and a crash
Yet you smile.
Because you never look down.
Because to you… it’s an inch.
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