To fall

I haven’t fallen in love in a long time—just a little bit over three years, to be precise. Even though I’ve been incredibly diligent in honing my self-awareness and emotional maturity after all this time, I still don’t know. 

I just don’t know. 

At moments I still feel as though I’m still constantly on this verge of falling in love, still wavering on the same precipice, strewn with the scattered, lonely fragments of broken hearts and memories, equally harrowing and fond. And I feel as if my heart will inevitably end up tumbling down this cliff, and into the abyss of the unknown, devoid of reason, filled with mystery, lurking with terror, abounding in beauty. 

At any moment, for any reason, by any avenue, I foresee love.