Falling for Love

Love, to the niave,

Is much like running off a cliff.

One minute, you are on solid ground.

Just running.

Being free.

Then, there's nothing under your feet.

They continue to run, but there is nothing beneath them.

And you think you are flying,

and you think you will never stop flying.

You just keep running and smiling and laughing as the wind rushes past you.

And then,

You hit the ground.

Suddenly broken,

suddenly bleeding,

and you realize,

The fall wasn't worth the flight.

The End

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