Falling

Falling is scary.
That stomach turning, brain scrambling feeling of dropping that wake you up in the middle of the night and makes you feel like you've just dropped off the ceiling.
That's scary.
But that's not the kind of falling talking about.

Not the: I'm jumping off a cliff into a lake and I'm terrified but having a whole lot of fun at the same time kind of falling.

And not the: I just said something wrong and I'm falling into a whole that I'm going to be climbing out of for a while kind of falling either.

Nope.

I'm talking about the kind of falling that requires someone there to catch you.
The kind of falling where only one person can catch you,
Because, if they don't, you are in danger of hogging the couch with some ice cream and Netflix hoping that the next time, if there is one, you wont be dropped.

I'm talking about the kind of falling that makes everyone wonder if there is something wrong with them that makes them so hard to catch.

I'm talking about the falling that can feel like the greatest thing in the world.
No,scratch that, the universe!

But the worst at the same time.

This ins't the wake you up from a nightmare feeling like you dropped from the roof, or cliff jumping, or social stumbling kind of falling.

This kind of falling is rare and beautiful and terrifying beyond belief.
It makes you laugh and cry and scream and then laugh some more.
It's the kind of falling that everyone longs for.

Because really, what is love but one big fall.