I am on the edge of a cliff. You are here and you are smiling. You aren’t pushing me off this cliff yet. I wait for it. The tide below roars and white crests at its tips. You are still smiling and you haven’t pushed me into the blue below yet. Maybe you don’t hate me. You never wanted me to die. Maybe just because you never wanted me to die doesn’t mean that you cared, you ever thought I meant something to you.