"I'm afraid of heights."
"You're not afraid of heights," he said. "It's falling that you're afraid of. You're afraid to look down because the high distance of the ground from where you are standing is nauseating, like your brain is a spinning wheel that's never going off. You're scared to climb a tree because you can't help thinking that a branch would break or you might accidentally slip."
"See, that's where you're wrong." She argued. She forced a little laughter before throwing away words he will never forget.
"You need to understand that it's not about falling-- it's resisting not to jump."