I'm trying to hang on, really I am. My arms are tired and my muscles burn as sweat and tears find their way into my eyes, making them sting. "Hang on," you say. What if I fall? What then? Can you catch me if I fall? I think I might slip. My fingers are striped red and white from gripping this rockface for such a long time and my head is spinning. I can't make sense of anything for one horrible moment and then I am surrounded by water. I realize that I have fallen into the ocean. The last thing I hear before before my head slips back beneath the water is my name. You scream my name even as I drown. And in my head, I picture your eyes and I hang on. I will not let go. I will not drown. I will swim to you, no matter how long it takes.