Levitation, then. The feeling that she was lighter than air, that, being with him, she could hover a
Levitation, then. The feeling that she was lighter than air, that, being with him, she could hover a good few inches off the floor, and settle there, with nothing holding her but the strength of his presence. Quite the thing, even if she did say so herself. But that’s not all levitation is. It’s not just the euphoria, the elation. It’s not just feeling like your entire being is allowed to transcend the laws of physics. Not just, no. Because there’s a consequence with unmooring yourself from the ground. Cast away the things that keep you grounded, and you’re in a very real danger of floating away. There’s nothing holding you back, nothing keeping you… here. That’s why she needed him. He was her ballast. Kept her from floating into the stratosphere, where it gets hard to breathe. She’d fly high, but he’d keep her safe. -- source link
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