Gregory stood at the end of the pier, his hand stretched out towards me. I shivered from a sudden breeze coming off the ocean and stared at his offered hand, not knowing whether I should take the risk and reach out and take his hand.
His eyes pleaded with me. "Please," they begged, "Come with me." I wrapped my arms around myself to fight against the cold. I wasn't sure whether I shivered from the wind or from my decision to be made.
"Please," he said aloud. "Trust me with your heart," he told me. I bit my lip, still unsure, then made the biggest jump of my life.
I reached out and took his hand. He held mine fast, telling me he wasn't about to let go, that I could trust him with my heart. I still wasn't sure, but that was what love was--taking risks. If I had learned nothing else from my journey with Gregory, it was that love was about taking risks.
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