“Tell me about her.”

“She has wings and I do not. Have you known jealousy? That ache which seems so sweet, but pries with its little blades. The kiss is the keenest dagger.”

“Do you wish you hadn’t kissed her?”

“Would my life have been easier? I’d have pottered around my library perfectly contented till I died. But my heart would have never started beating. I can’t wish myself unborn. Now I am in the world and there are so steps backward, as I have learned on the journey.”

Solya nodded. “The first step onto a tightrope must carry you to the other side. There is no turning back.”

The Book of Flying
Keith Miller

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