At one point, we all have a moment where we think we're terrified. I remember once I was challenged to climb to the top of a swing set. It was a wooden, home-made swing set. Adam, the boy I was going to marry was the one that challenged me. At four years old, I climbed to the top of the swing set and realized I couldn't get down. I was sobbing and crying and holding on for dear life. I begged Adam to run and get his father in which he did.

After he climbed up and got me, I was horrified of heights. I had nightmares of being at the top of large monkey bars unable to let go for fear of dying but not being able to move from the spot unless I'd let go. Now that I think of it, it seemed to be a very deep, philosophical dream for someone of my age that I could interpret for many different things.... Though I'm running from the topic of this post.

To the man I love with every ounce of me.... I apologize if at the moment I'm hanging on too tight. I fell very, extremely hard before you came along for someone else and there wasn't anyone to catch me. This time, the stakes are higher and the heights I'm sitting at make what happened before look like nothing. Just know that, please? I might be squeezing, I might be sobbing and holding on for dear life, but just keep climbing down slowly and eventually, once we reach the ground together, I'll be okay. I just need you to show me that I don't have anything to be afraid of. That means I'm going to have to be afraid and have you show me that it's alright if I'm afraid. That I don't even need to be afraid. Until you show me you're not like the others... I'm going to be clinging on for dear life.

Don't let that frighten you. Don't let my instability and fear of heights push you away.