It all started when
I tripped; falling backwards, with no one behind me to catch me (or
so I believed). My heart flip flopped; a small flood of panic
entering my chest at the feeling of falling. God, I hated the
feeling of falling; why do I have to be a klutz? But then I
felt your arms under mine, catching me before I hit the ground. I
didn't even know you; definitely had no idea what your name
was. All I'd ever said to you was "watch, I'm gonna
fall" (and I was right). And I thank you for being there,
because that would have been a nasty fall.
And then so many things happened, so very fast: I learned your
name, recieved your number (which I still have yet to call) and we
talked. We talked about so much for what seemed like so long. And I
fell in love. We began to date and it was so great. We held hands;
you were my "man". But then I was "clingy" and
you became distant.
Our story ended similarly to the way it began: with me falling. But
this time, I ended up spwarled on my back on the cold, hard
concerete, no warm arms to fall back on and my body broken as badly
as my heart.
angelsparks
It all started when I tripped; falling backwards, with no one
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Dec 20, 2013 10:58pm