"Do you trust me?" he asks.
"I already said I do."
"Well, we're about to see if you mean it," he challenges.
Challenge accepted. With the way I'm feeling at the moment, I would follow him off the edge of a cliff to be with him.
He points to a branch over head and says, "Stand up on this branch and hang off that one."
I do as commanded and can see that the branch I'm hanging off of forms the top of a triangle with two branches below. Genius. I wonder if that was just luck, or if he had already made note of it.
He stands, holding onto the truck and puts a foot on either branch so that we line up perfectly. He puts all his weight against me so that my weight is no longer in my arms. I still hold on because, while I trust him, I know this will take a lot of effort and strength on his par
