Aren’t you afraid you’ll fall in love?
I fall in love every time I walk out my front door.
I fall in love with people, places, and things.
I fall in love with the way clouds make strange shapes in the sky and the small flower that is brave enough to grow up through a crack in the sidewalk.
I fall in love with a stranger’s rare smile on the subway carrying me to work.
I fall in love with people who break me, and I then fall in love with the scars that grow back stronger in their place.
I fall in love with every sunrise I see because even though I couldn’t sleep, it means a new day is just beginning.
I fall in love with words and letters and dog-eared books.
I am not afraid of falling in love.
I am terrified of not falling in love.