I would.

I would wait.
I would run.
I would stop.
I would go; fast, slow, backwards, forwards.
I would fall so fast; I fell so fast, so hard that each second in each minute became something epic, tangible, and vastly significant.
Those seconds were smooth and soothing as they ran through my fingers.
They made my heart race, those seconds, they slowed my breathing and there is this lingering feeling in my stomach.
This feeling maybe tugging, maybe an aching, it is oh so welcome.
These seconds let the light in; they are blinding in their beauty.
I shut my eyes to feel them rush past.
Eyes closed, I still know they are a blur, time is a blur, but it is so lovely.