"Did you fall for me?" A long pause. "Yes."

Tonight I figured out why they call it falling.

Standing on a ledge, it's your choice. Jump or don't?

Your choice is not made without coaxing, of course. Words like "What's the worst that could happen?" or "Maybe things will be different
this time." flood your ears and push you forward. Your voice of reason is all but forgotten. It's pleas for you to stop and think are ignored.

So you jump.

And it's a rush.

Your heart is pounding like it might explode, and you feel... invincible. Untouchable. You close your eyes and can imagine that you are not falling, but flying.

And you can only hope that the other person is falling as quickly and as hard as you are.

Soon, much too soon, you begin to be able to see. You can see the bottom and it occurs to you that you had no idea what you were jumping into.

You're not scared, though.

Because you know. You know that other person is going to catch you. Happy endings aren't just for fairytales, you know.

Anxiousness fills your mind when you see that no one is coming to save you. Not this time.

You try and fight it.

But you can't. You're simply not strong as you thought you were.

You hit rock bottom at full force. Heart first, shattering it within yourself.

Completely broken, you have to get up. If you don't get up now, everything will be harder later.

You get up. You climb, scaling the wall and bitterly noting that this person that has caused you so much hurt is nowhere to be seen.

By the time you've gotten yourself back up, you've healed. But not without consequence- you have scars. Nevertheless, life goes on.

Until you're forced to make that choice once again.

We all know what you're going to choose.

After all...

Things could be different this time.