Highs

He took me to the highest places. He loved heights - mountains, planes, skyscrapers, ferris wheels and even ski lifts. He would hold my hand as I clenched in fear and trepidation. Gut wrenching vertigo. He loved the rush that the world gave him and most of the time ran at it full tilt. Ready to jump in.

I can only hope that he knew what a high he gave me. His love, his acceptance, his bantering and his take on life. We fed off of each other for our needs. And together we reached a new level of ourselves.

He wanted to go for a hot air balloon ride or repelling or skydiving.

I would ride the highest ferris wheel or brave the highest mountain just to have him at my side.