It had become a tiny part of her heart. It had grown slowly, was still growing. It was beautiful. A magical potion that rid her of being scared while still accepting her fears, that helped her let go of judgement, that opened her mind to possibilities- good and bad, that kept her safe while dangling at the edge of the cliff. It made her close her eyes to see worlds so different. It made her hands shiver out of fear so sweet, it was almost hope. It made her cry tears of celebration. It made her breathe in suffocation and laugh in loneliness. It was odd. It was inexplicable. But it was her lovely paradox.