I'm falling, tripping over my own shoelaces, the sidewalk, the stairs. I am tripping over my own feelings and I am falling. Falling in love with a boy that is so not meant for me. But I can't seem to help it. I am tripping and falling and falling and tripping.

I'm falling, tripping over my own words, the thoughts in my head, the lyrics I'm singing. I am tripping over my own feelings and I am falling. Falling in love with a girl that is just not who needs to be by my side. But I can't help it. I am tripping and falling and, falling, and tripping.

I'm falling for the one. For the one who will stay by my side. The one who says he will be there for me no matter what happens. I'm falling in love. At a ripe young age of this is not the right one. I keep tripping and falling and, falling, and tripping.

I'm done falling! I am done tripping over my shoelaces, the sidewalk, the stairs, the words that I can't seem to say, the song lyrics that seem to be playing on repeat. I am done tripping over my own feelings and falling for the people who aren't falling for me. But then I land. I land in the arms of someone who will finally fall for me.

I love you he said. And he meant it.