And as she sat there with him, on the ledge of the bridge, she'd made a deal with herself. She would tell him, finally, how she felt. After these past 2 months that had felt surreal, like she was constantly on a cloud- floating. She would show him her heart- tell him how much she loved him.
But she wouldn't wait for his reply.
'I think, I might just be falling for you'
And in that sane second, with all her strength she pushed off the stony leadge, and for that second air-borne- she was finally free. The nearest thing to how she now felt.
And as soon as she could breathe again, with the thrill of the plunge and the cold water, she swam.
She'd barely heard him call her, heard a glimpse of his perplexed laugh.
And she smiled, if he felt thhe same, he'd jump in- she knew it.
And he did
As fast as she could; she paddled to the shore and ran- bare feet gritty with sand-turned-mud, till her saoking clothes and air-deprived lungs wore her down.
She turned and faced him, grinning that foolish-yet knowing- grin he'd known so well.
She smiled
he smiled.
They kissed.
-Cathy
