The last time I fell in love, utterly and irrevocably, I stayed for a year and a half. I spent the final five months, deciding on the finale. And once the curtains closed, two years flew by and I didn’t fall again.
Why do we call it falling in love when one of the greatest fears I’ve ever witnessed is falling?
Is it the falling or what you fall into it?
What is love?
Which definition is defining?
I want to know what love is too.