A/N: For the Similes Make Me Smile Competition.

I.

It's like standing on the

e_d_g_e

of a cliff.

To fall

or

not to fall?

Does he throw

caution

to the wind,

let himself

fallfallfall

for her?

Or does he step

((away))

from the ledge,

safe and sound,

bottling it up as he

a.l.w.a.y.s.

does and content himself

to be just

friendsfriendsfriends?

II.

He's

d-a-n-c-i-n-g

on the edge,

the cliff

e...r...o...d...i...n...g,

safety

s
l
i
p
p
i
n
g

and crumbling.

(fall or friends,

he has to

choose)

III.

She takes his hand,

and he realizes

they

are on the edge

((together))

both torn [be][tween]

safety

and the

unknown.

IV.

Their lips

m-e-e-t,

one kiss,

so long overdue.

And they dive

heartfirst

over the cliff,

no

fear

of the crash

as they

fallfallfall.