Falling in love is an act of falling. Being forever suspended, in love, is forever falling in a bottomless tunnel. But of course, when you finally hit it—the deeper the bottom, the more devastating your impact.
That’s why people who have felt this bottom tell me, “Just a little bit.”
I’ve met some people who have survived this fall and are ever more careful now. They look before they leap, and they look hard.
Some people refuse to ever repeat this act altogether.
I don’t know which is worse—to suffer an impact together, or to find yourself at the bottom, alone.