the precipice

Teetering on the edge of a precipice, of whom would you remember the most? Would it be your family, the source of your innate strength from birth to present, the pillar of reassurance that never cease to bear the weight of your uncertainties? Or would it be your friends, to whom your soul is twice revealed – first by shedding ten façades, and next the baring of one true heart. Or would it be me, the clandestine lover who shared your surreptitious smiles, and collected your every drop of tear, whose heartstrings sang to the perfect tune of your secret melody?

this is fun. =)