Why is it that we fall in love?
Is love a trap, a giant pit that we unsuspectingly trip into?
Do we lie at the bottom peering at the light above?
Is love like jumping out of an airplane without a parachute?
Do we flail helplessly as we plummet to the ground?
Falling is painful, uncertain, and something we try to avoid.
Except in the case of love.
I don't like falling.
I think I'm going to grow into love instead...
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
Why is it that we fall in love?
Is love a trap, a giant pit that we unsuspectingly trip into?
Do we lie at the bottom peering at the light above?
Is love like jumping out of an airplane without a parachute?
Do we flail helplessly as we plummet to the ground?
Falling is painful, uncertain, and something we try to avoid.
Except in the case of love.
I don't like falling.
I think I'm going to grow into love instead...
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