We don’t understand love.
You talk about falling in love as if it actually happens.
As if love is ditch or pit that is unwittingly plummeted into.
Long-term relationships brought about by clumsiness.
Love is for the klutzy.
Intimacy is for the inept.
Any nitwit can fall.
All you need is gravity.
(Love can’t happen in outer space.)
On Earth, where this is being written, falling is easy.
And usually, unintentional.
Nobody says, “I hope I fall downstairs.”
Nobody speaks wistfully of falling out of bed.
But fall in love…everyone congratulates you.
You’ll even take credit for the event.
“He fell for me.”
Hopefully, a little of the fall was on purpose.
You don’t want anyone loving you against their will.
You don’t want an Anniversary card that reads:
“To the one, I could not avoid.”
Love takes work.
Love is a choice.
It’s not a force of nature.
You don’t fall in love.
You jump into love.