fall.

to fall in love has always been a burden. i am not talking about myself nor am i talking about anyone else in particular. i am just stating. it is already in the sentence,  "fall in love." do you expect to soar when you are falling? no, you will not. first of course you will find yourself giddy, mistaking the fact that you are falling to flying but then you will suffocate and panic and soon come to the realization that you are going to smash on the pavement head first.

falling in love is not a game. it is war. not between right and wrong. but between accepting to the fact that you are making peace with your decision of falling in love or you are going to fight the nature of falling by trying to fly. either way, you are going to die.

but in between the moment of falling, this war, this fear of death because of falling does not exist, because n that moment for what it feels like infinite, love wins it all.