Recently a guy confided in me, saying he was falling for me. I think, without my noticing, he took my hand and he might be trying to pull me down with him. The ironic thing is that I've heard of what falling in love feels like, that it resembles rising, levitating, gaining altitude, not losing it. Since my feet aren't lifted off the ground, nor has my body reached sea level with a thud, I'm assuming I haven't "fallen" yet.
(Thank GAWD.)
(Thank GAWD.)
