Eventually I'll stop writing about you and it'll be bittersweet. Not because I'm not in love with you, but because I'll just love you.

I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to float or fall a thousand feet and create the crevice I called my life. But the thing with crevices, there's always a top and always a bottom. And the feeling of appreciation when you look from the top and understand how fast it can all come crashing down — it's more than beautiful and more than words could ever explain.

We were both smiling, in that bittersweet way one does when imagining something the heart longs for and the head would dread.