falling into something new is funny.
not haha funny but funny in the way that my brain doesn’t understand why we’re doing this again, and she thinks the rest of me is so silly.
“don’t you remember last time?” she asks me.
and i do. i remember heartbreak. and my gut wrenching. and not getting out of bed until my mother had to drag me out. i remember that falling out of love is infinitely more painful than falling into it.
but my heart whispers. “one more time.”
and the optimist in me can’t help but fall.






