I am being dangled off the side of a cliff, put in this position by the one who said he loved me.
How long I am expected to stay here is undetermined, but there is no one around to help and the sun has gone away, leaving me in perpetual darkness.
To hold on, brave the wind, rain and cold on my own and hope to be helped back up on stable land after some time, with no promises of not falling at any time through out the ordeal.
To just let go and pray I survive the fall.
This is what I am deciding.