Geronimo!

One of the things I would love to do is to try bungee jumping.

I am told that the worse part is right before the jump.

As you are about to take the plunge, your chest tightens, you are short of breath, you get confused, you are excited but is also scared for your dear life.

Butterflies in your stomach is an understatement.

No, I am not doing a bungee jump, but I am on the edge.

My chest tightens, I am scared, very scared.

Hoping that I might be excited, but no, just plain scared with very bad chest pains.

How long will I be on the edge?

Will I take the plunge or will I step away?

I don’t know.

Its not in my hands.

Why am I going thru it?

Because I am in love.

When one is in love, one do stupid things.

And I am very much, madly deeply in love.