They say that the downward slope has only a beginning. They say that when you reach the edge of the cliff and take the plunge, it's your head's fault for not holding you back. And in the end, if someone else gave you the final push, they were your guest. Your companion. Only, those who preach all this have never seen the view from the last stone of the cliff. They always walk on safe ground. And the bad thing about them is that they are usually right. They have steel arguments. In the end, they wear down your mind.
But... if you got that far... let’s say, if... if you got that far, why were you in such a hurry to know what was going on below? If you had gained momentum, why were you afraid you might ruin the love? If on the straight path, where you met your buddies, they gave you the garment of spring and seduced you? And you, again... Was it necessary to wear it next to your skin and throw away, like an idiot, the camouflage suit your mother sewed for you? We say too... Various things. Only the others will say?
Surely, though, at the moment of the fall, you let out a loud voice: "Love!" you cried. "Love!" Everyone swears they didn't hear you. What is your fault if there wasn't someone to tell you that love, when it becomes a scream, also frightens...
