Free Falling.

You say you're actively falling for me everyday. That's nice.

I'm not being an asshole, I mean that.

I didn't fall for you, I mean that too.

I had guards up and thin walls built. I resisted, and avoided steep hills.

I cautiously held onto guard rails and wore padding around my heart.

Yet, I still found myself listening to songs on repeat, staring at our photos, and re-reading cute text messages.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?"

And yet, I still found myself on Cloud Nine.

HOW THE FUCK DID I GET HERE?

Then, I realized. I'm not falling for you - I'm flying.