Maybe, it’s called falling in love because loving, just like falling, is beyond our control once it starts…
because when we love, or when we fall, we imagine the death that we are destined to face once it stops..
because loving, just like falling, makes us forget how to breathe or how to think or how to see everything clearly..
because loving, just like falling, slows everything down..
because loving, just like falling, won’t stop until you hit the ground and left with nothing but broken pieces of your past self. Sometimes, it would burn you like hell, sometimes, it would be paradise. But either way, you will never get back as the same person again — if you’d manage to survive the fall, that is.