falling-in-love

I spend most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you.

Falling in love is different for everyone.

Then she sighed. Just the faintest, softest release of breath. The sound swept through his chest like a hurricane, with the force to topple trees.

A priceless moment is when the person that you have fallen in love with, looks you right in the eyes to tells you that they have fallen in love with you.

You reminded me what it feels like to love. You made me fall in love and, fuck, I don't want to lose that. I don't want to lose you.

In your honesty, I saw a reflection of myself. Or rather, of the man I longed to be. So I failed you. I didn__ stay away. Then, later, I thought if I had answers, it would be enough. I would no longer care. You would no longer matter. So I continued failing you. Continued wanting more. And now I can__ find the words to say what must be said. To convey to you the least of what I owe. When I think of you, I can__ find the air to b r e a t h e.

I always smile when I think of him, and when I see his doppelgängers I rubberneck to get a look. Then allow myself to dissolve into a serene, secret little smile as that feeling takes over. Is it possible to fall in love with someone you've only met for five minutes?

I've fallen in love a hundred times in my life! But never like you. So I wonder if I really fell or just tripped, you know?

For all his determination to keep her at arm's length, they had literally leaned on each other. He could remember exactly what it felt like to have his arm around her waist as they had meandered towards Hazlitt's Hotel. She was tall enough to hold easily. He had never fancied very small

There is that awful moment when you realize that you__e falling in love. That should be the most joyful moment, and actually it__ not. It__ always a moment that__ full of fear because you know, as night follows day, the joy is going to rapidly be followed by some pain or other. All the angst of a relationship.

Don't fall in love rise with it

In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains__lattening everything in its path, tossing things up in the air, ripping them to shreds, crushing them to bits. The tornado__ intensity doesn__ abate for a second as it blasts across the ocean, laying waste to Angkor Wat, incinerating an Indian jungle, tigers and everything, transforming itself into a Persian desert sandstorm, burying an exotic fortress city under a sea of sand. In short, a love of truly monumental proportions. The person she fell in love with happened to be 17 years older than Sumire. And was married. And, I should add, was a woman. This is where it all began, and where it all ended. Almost.

The snag in this business of falling in love, aged relative, is that the parties of the first part so often get mixed up with the wrong parties of the second part, robbed of their cooler judgement by the party of the second part's glamour. Put it like this: the male sex is divided into rabbits and non-rabbits and the female sex into dashers and dormice, and the trouble is that the male rabbit has a way of getting attracted by the female dasher (who would be fine for the non-rabbit) and realizing too late that he ought to have been concentrating on some mild, gentle dormouse with whom he could settle down peacefully and nibble lettuce.

Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.

I've been playing in the field of life on my own for a while now and it's fair to say I have gained myself along the way, I gotta admit though, after all this time I am damn well excited to fall insanely inLove with someone who knows how to take my breath away.

How'd you know he was the one?""I didn't know. I don't think either of us knew."Heather rolled her eyes. "Neal knew _ he proposed to you.""It's not like that," Georgie said. "You'll see. It's more like you meet someone, and you fall in love, and you hope that that person is the one _ and then at some point, you have to put down your chips. You just have to make a commitment and hope that you're right.

Most people know the sheer wonder that goes with falling in love, how not only does everything in heaven and earth become new, but the lover himself becomes new. It is literally like the sap rising in the tree, putting forth new green shoots of life.

When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it. That's what I think. It's just a form of sincerity.