I think I should lean more towards you.
Because I think if I confided in him that I wanted to know what landing in water from 100 feet would feel like, he would join me on the bridge to find out as well. He would lend me his hand so we could fall down together because death is only scary when you're alone. And if we counted 1, 2, and I changed my mind at 3, he surely would be the weight that didn't wait to jump with me. Because he can't imagine a life without me.
I think if I confessed I was going over the deep edge to you, you drive to all 7 bridges in our town trying to find me to talk me down. You would lend me your hand to pull me down to safety because death is only scary when you have something to live for. And no numbers would be counted and no one would jump. Because you can't imagine a life without me.
The question has always if your friend jumped off the bridge would you too? You are more than a friend. You are my new question if your love was going to jump off a bridge, would you talk them down? Would your shakey voice be the one trying to provide stable reason? Would your hand be the only thing tethering them to this world?