someone once asked me if i was in love or something.
yes,
i was in love. it was a quiet love, the type that feels like a soft brush of the spring wind and the warmth of the a summer afternoon. and i fell too hard, because it felt like my whole world was shattering when you contacted me to say that maybe i'd be better if we didn't see each other for a while. it felt like my heart was being crushed when i realized that you were never there to catch me when i fell.
fin.