Do you like to slide? His voice was eager.Stair rails! Did he suspect me? I forced a sigh. No, Majesty. I’m terrified of heights.Oh. His polite tone had returned.I wish I could enjoy it. This fear of heights is an affliction.He nodded, a show of sympathy but not much interest. I was losing him.Especially, I added, as I’ve grown taller.
Step follows step,
Hope follows Courage,
Set your face towards danger,
Set your heart on victory.
I love you now… I love you immortally, even if I die and there is nothing left of me.