I am in love with him. I can’t stand the multitude of ways in which one person can alter your life. But I am in love and there is no way around it. My heart hasn’t beat the same way since I fell, which is why I am so damn scared to fall again, and why I am so damn fearless when it comes to dancing on the brink of meeting someone new. I am in love with him. The one who won’t talk to me, not a word. Not one word from the only person I believed in in the world. I can’t believe I fell for it.
And how many nights were spent by his side, learning his world, and the way he saw mine. And how many times did I need to insist that the way that we saw the world wasn’t the way the world was. And I loved him. Every inch of the way, to the depth that I can feel. And sad was a comforting word that danced on the brim of my existence, shadowing every happy word I knew enough to cover it for a couple moments before falling into reality.