Love, to the niave,
Is much like running off a cliff.
One minute, you are on solid ground.
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.
You hit the ground.
and you realize,
The fall wasn't worth the flight.