They say we spend the rest of our lives falling for the first girl/boy we’ve loved.
She becomes the poem you write over and over. He becomes the portrait you can’t stop painting. She is every love song. He is every face in the crowd. You find her in every shadow, he in every sunset. They come to exist in every star in every sky of every planet that is host to life.
Honestly, I don’t know a lot about that. What I do know is that we never come across the same love twice.
We are such infamous creatures of habit though; so often bound by our repeating patterns. So whether or not we are endlessly falling for – and losing – the same girl/boy, it doesn’t seem to matter very much to us really.
What matters to us is being in the playground, on the swings – flying through the air with reckless abandon. Blood rushing, heart pumping, breath catching. Terrifying, but we won’t stop. How could we ever stop? We can’t stop. So we do the only thing we can do: hold tight.
hand in hand we stand,
strangers in this land
catch me if you can
before I fall again
– Before I Fall, (feat. Sami Freeman) Latch Key Kid