Tears rolling down my nose, unable to breathe type of laughter. I’m fine. A little bruised, but she was right. I fell—it didn’t kill me. It’s easy to stand back up and start again, knowing a bout of laughter is the worst I have to look forward to.
Falling In Love
It happened for the first time when I wasn’t paying attention. There wasn’t any monumental moment where I knew. One day I just woke up and it was there: “Oh, I’m in love with you.” And that was that.
I go back to the coffee shop and make eyes at Grayson. He remembers my order. I want to faint.
Maybe they call it ‘falling’ because it’s just that—you completely trip, slip, lose control, and crash into another person. Head over heels. All of you. Into their open arms.
The beauty of falling back is that you save yourself from falling down. You save yourself from being ambushed by a fall you didn’t prepare for or didn’t see coming.
You’ll know, because all of a sudden, where you thought there was only space left for you in your heart, there was him making his way in.
I don’t know what’s better. To live a life full of fear, or to just jump anyway? I don’t know what’s the best thing to do for my heart. Take that leap? On someone I hardly know? To fall, even though I’m scared?
I was never prepared for us to become you and me. But here we are.
I picked him up for a party in my old beat up Buick; he smiled mischievously when he climbed in. “Just us tonight?” he asked. I still remember that rough feeling in my stomach as I nodded, as if something bigger than butterflies were ricocheting back and forth deep inside me. It made me feel like maybe I could fly, too.
We do not stay the same person and simply choose to not love them anymore, we become a person who physically isn’t able to.