You
don’t fall in love like you fall in a hole. You fall like falling through space.
It’s like you jump off your own private planet to visit someone else’s planet.
And when you get there it all looks different: the flowers, the animals, the
colours people wear. It is a big surprise falling in love because you thought
you had everything just right on your own planet, and that was true, in a way,
but then somebody signalled to you across space and the only way you could visit
was to take a giant jump. Away you go, falling into someone else’s orbit and
after a while you might decide to pull your two planets together and call it
home. And you can bring your dog. Or your cat. Your goldfish, hamster,
collection of stones, all your odd socks.
And you can bring your friends to visit. And read your favourite stories to each other. The falling was really the big jump that you had to make to be with someone you don’t want to be without.
That’s it.
Just some funny words I read 2 years ago, to pull myself together before going to bed. I think it's still true though.
And you can bring your friends to visit. And read your favourite stories to each other. The falling was really the big jump that you had to make to be with someone you don’t want to be without.
That’s it.
Just some funny words I read 2 years ago, to pull myself together before going to bed. I think it's still true though.
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