I don't like heights.
There's always a high chance of you either falling or crapping your pants from the intense nervousness of the possibility of death. I guess that's what I hate most about it. [The falling part, not the crapping pants part.]
Because I'm falling.
Falling for your emerald orb eyes.
Falling for your addictive crooked tooth smile.
Falling for your odd habits; I guess my favorite is where you would eat the contents of the sandwich then the bread.
And falling for you.
But darling do you know what's even more painful than falling. Even more painful than that dying feeling that is eating me inside at this very moment of time.
Knowing that no one will be there to catch me when I fall.
Not even you.
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Unrequited Love
Короткий рассказLoving someone who doesn't notice your existence is hard. Loving someone who loves someone else is even harder. But, darling, I guess that's love.
