Falling in Love

Falling in love is like tripping when you're walking. You trip, but then you keep going on forward.

Imagine for one second that the ground wasn't there.

Imagine that instead of the ground being there to stop you, that you just kept falling. You'd go on for forever wondering when you'd finally hit some kind of landing or if you'd forever be in this free fall. You're scared, terrified even. The wind that hits your face is cool, but unwelcoming of what's to come. Soon, you become numb and are left in a state of paralysis. You're alone, just falling.

But the ground is there and it does stop you. Friction catches you. You land and you love.

So who is your ground?