I wasn't scared of falling. It was hardly 30 feet. My feet were slipping on the hard rock and I was literally suspended in mid air. My heart was racing like a wild horse. But all I could feel was her hand, tightly clutching my stomach harness.
I could see her eyes - which had been a mixture of shock and fear - were now unfocused. I knew she was calculating in her head - the height of the fall, the thickness of the protection mattress all those feet below us and would it save most of my bones from breaking - familiar words rang in my head, "Math is always important." I smile. She doesn't.
She's still carefully calculating. Half a minute passes by, then she looks at me, her face clear and she winks.
At that point, my mind let go of all barriers. The feelings I'd been holding onto for so long bursted in my stomach and waltzed with the butterflies. I was falling in slow motion.
25 feet - I'm suddenly fascinated by her hair. The tight bun she had made was neglected in her manoeuvre to save me and now hung loose, a few strands of hair already finding freedom. I watched spell bound.
15 feet - I realised i could travel the whole world, I could go to the moon, I could go to Mars and Venus, but nothing would be as beautiful as she was, right in front of my freely falling eyes.
I knew it was over. At the end of the fall, I knew it would be. And I knew I would never be the same again. My body was braced but my heart didn't even wait for the impact.
So somewhere around 8 feet from the ground, in that Valley of Death, I fell in love. I fell in love with the girl who had just let me drop from a height of almost 30 feet. And I couldn't be more pleased.