Jump? Or Fly?

It all started with a bridge and a girl. We stood together on the edge of the Brooklyn bridge, prepared to jump. Hand in hand we tottered there, bitterly cold wind whipping off of the river and tugging wildly at our clothes. I didn't feel the cold, only her warm fingers entwined with mine, and her deep brown eyes locked on my face expectantly. Vaguely, I sensed the 5 o'clock traffic rushing by below us. Now I had a choice to make...do I want to jump off this bridge and find out what's on the other side? Or do I want to fly through this life with the beautiful girl beside me? To jump or to fly? That is the question. I take a deep steadying breath and...do I fly, or jump? You decide.....