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I can't help but wonder, why it's called "falling in love"? Falling. Defined in the dictionary as several different things. Moving downwards. To be dropped or lowered. To come down suddenly from an upright position. To drop the the floor. Yet, none of those seem to actually fit the description of love. So, why is it called falling in love? none of us take flight off a cliff. We don't seem to miss a step on the stiars and go tumbling down to an injury. Nor do we foolishly sit atop our roof only to slide off of it and fall to the ground below. There isn't actually falling involved in falling in love. Maybe it could be the simple fact that falling is kind of like flying, you could say. It's that amazing feeling like you could go absolutely anywhere in world, and do anything you want, when you're in midair, you don't feel the slightest worry about hitting the ground anytime soon. Maybe that's what falling in love is. That amazing feeling. For days and days, and weeks and weeks, sometimes months and sometimes years. Eventually though, time comes when you finally hit the ground. The time where that amazing feeling is gone and all you're left with is memory and pain. We've all been there.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart, or burn down your house, you can never tell.