The Fall
When she fell, she fell hard. She never experienced the emotion of love, never caring to and being content alone. But she fell. He did not push her, he was not vulgar. He was kind, caring, and he was like second hand smoke. Not realizing your high until too late then next time having a true taste of the drug yourself making it impossible to stop. The fall was exciting, thrilling. The wind rushing past her she felt free. Mistaking it for flying.
When she fell, she thought he would be there to catch her at the bottom. Instead she hit the ground with a broken heart. The cold ground offering no comfort or safety from her fall. And it hurt like hell because it wasn’t the fall that killed her. It was the sudden stop of her body, her drug, and his love.
