I have a memory of falling.
Falling in love.
When I tripped on Your smile,
I thought it was strange… but nice.
The taste of adrenaline went through every vein in my body.
Then, I saw the ground coming closer.
In the beginning, I thought I wouldn’t even feel the crash.
But then, the harsh assault ran straight against me.
I was afraid.
And it happened.
My hands were scratched, my legs, too.
My eyes full of pain, my heart
Broken.
I didn’t know such agony.
It was like someone ripped apart my whole being.
And worse - it was You.
You - the one I fell for.
Someone picked me up.
Maybe it was myself alone.
I don’t remember, but I clearly recall that You were there.
Watching.
Waiting.
Testing me.
It took me my soul to continue.
I was reborn.
But I was a better me.
Even though You broke my heart, I continued to love You.
And fall for You every day.
It is painful to love someone to death.
Especially, in my case.
Especially, when I was in love with
Life.