This is what love feels like to me. Like flying, like hanging weightless in midair, with only the pain to let you know that it's real, you're alive, it's not a dream. Knowing any second something could go wrong and tear you apart, but you'd be left with that memory of how, for a while, you were suspended, holding on to nothing.

I'd kinda actually like to do a suspension sometime, though not this particular pose, because I don't think I trust the skin on my chest and stomach that much. 'Swhat I get for watching too much Discovery Channel.