“You’re always hovering at the brink
but you never jump.
“You’re right, I never leap
I’m not the girl who jumps
But I always end up
at the bottom
I cannot imagine feeling so strongly about another person and making myself so dependent on them. Maybe I’m emotionally deficient.
Should the wide world roll away,
Leaving black terror,
Nor God, nor man, nor place to stand
Would be to me essential,
If thou and thy white arms were there,
And the fall to doom a long way.
By Stephen Crane
I haven’t fallen in love or had a serious crush in two years, and now I see all these spring couples sprouting out of what seems like nowhere…