Muddy

I think the most amazing memory I have of who used to be is when we were in niagara three or four years ago. Remember we walked to the cliff, in hopes of going to the park (we never made it there) but on the way there, we talked about life and god, about love and hate, romance, boys, partners we would want and most importantly- our dreams? Do you remember when I was so bold to hang over the cliff for a picture of the scenery? You were the only one to hold my hand, or indeed, I would have fallen to my death. I put my whole life in your hand that day, all my trust. Is it too much of me to ask you to look over that cliff yourself? Would you trust me?
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