
We build relationships so that we have fixtures around us. Like a harness, it grips us tightly and holds us close to the world we blindly committed ourselves to live in.
But once in a while, events or mishaps come our way, uninvited and we find ourselves standing at the edge of a cliff. And as if triggered by the wave of euphoria that we feel, the harness loosens and breaks off. Leaving small cookie crumble pieces behind.
Freefall, falling where no external force is exerted onto the mass, other than from the pull of gravity.
Sometimes things happen so fast that you feel the only way to go is down into the rabbit hole and fall. And despite everything that your friends warned you about, more often than not, you will want to fall.
Getting up, you pretend to pick up where you left off. Smooth out the wrinkles you have created.
While you escape from the eyes of watchful others, you still try to catch a brief glimpse of him. And when you do, you smile to yourself.
Charmed silly.

