The last time we kissed was in an elevator. If I had known it'd be the last, I wouldn't have awkwardly leaned over that cart to get to you. I know I shouldn't be surprised that it was more than a year ago, but I'm half convinced tomorrow I'll wake up in 2013.
Fact is, you're gone, and I'm in survival mode whether I like it or not. And I'm scared. Scared I'll never fall in love again. Scared that it won't be the same. I don't want to force anything. Don't get me wrong – our relationship was as unhealthy as they come – I just miss falling.
Falling is nice.
ReplyDeleteSurvival mode. Good luck.
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