"Pretty fine line you didn't cross".
So I said to Lya, who was just trying to save our necks and still keep her beliefs.
I know all about that fine line.
I try not to cross it everyday.
Pushing the envelope.
Every time a certain Colonel looks at me.
I have to remind myself every day of that line, not to cross the all-too-acccessible chasm into what would be forbidden territory.
I tiptoe and teeter on it every day, gazing giddily into his eyes until i feel like i am high above the clouds, and the only thing to save me from falling to earth would be his strong arm about me.
i test it with my own looks and words sometimes, as a swimmer will test too-cold water, just teasing a toe in, and pulling it out quickly.
The pull of what might be is an intoxication hard to resist, but one that we must at all costs.
Our hearts must listen to what the wiser mind tells us is right.
The oh-so fine line is there, and we can't change that, no matter how we might wish it.
But there are days when i just want to step over...