You say you're actively falling for me everyday. That's nice.
I'm not being an asshole, I mean that.
I didn't fall for you, I mean that too.
I had guards up and thin walls built. I resisted, and avoided steep hills.
I cautiously held onto guard rails and wore padding around my heart.
Yet, I still found myself listening to songs on repeat, staring at our photos, and re-reading cute text messages.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?"
And yet, I still found myself on Cloud Nine.
HOW THE FUCK DID I GET HERE?
Then, I realized. I'm not falling for you - I'm flying.