I’m falling.
Falling from the sky, I mean.
It seemed like a good option, and there’s no reason to think things through.
I chose to jump without a parachute, yet elected to fall with a pair of shoes.
I had walked many miles.
Broken, bleeding, battered.
I didn’t want to walk like that, I didn’t want to LIVE like that anymore.
So now I’m falling.
I hope my landing can atone for my mistakes.
I never put my hands on you, but I somehow still hurt you nonetheless. That’s my biggest regret.
I cry thinking about it every time, especially now.
Through my tears, I see the town, our town.
Our home. I wonder who is gonna be lucky enough to fill it when I’m gone.
They’ll treat you better than I did, be better than I was, but they won’t love you any harder.
As the wind whips at me and my tears, I can feel my heart pound in a way it has never done before.
That cold, rigid, stone in my chest has become a soft, living thing.
I’d give it to you if I had any time, but. I’m getting closer to the ground.
I say my last goodbye.
Close my eyes.
I accept my fate.
I take in the smell, the feel of the air, the sound of the wind.
And the tone of your voice?
I open my eyes, and there you are.
Falling for me, as you’ve done so many times before.
You tear through the sky, through my tears, through my emotions, to get to me.
We fall together.
Less than 100 feet from the ground, we embrace.
I feel a huge tug, and I hold on to you even the more.
You brought a parachute.
You saved me again.
You forgave me again.
And I will never stop falling for you…
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