"jump with me."

"what?"

"come on, jump with me."

i looked down, the rocky ground spreading out miles below the edge of the cliff. i looked back up, a smile slowly spreading out across your face and into mine. "you're crazy."

"this, this is not crazy." i raised my eyebrows. "okay, maybe this is a little crazy. but the good kind," you said.

"there is no good kind. there's just the crazy kind," i replied.

you grabbed my hand. "why can't it be both?"

i just stared at you. "you are actually, literally insane."

"so you've told me." you grinned. "we're jumping."

"wait, no-"

and then we were. and then we were plummeting, and then screaming, and then soaring. you just spread your large, feathery wings and then we were soaring and i looked at you and i knew that i had absolutely no idea just what type of crazy you were.