MayraLor143: may I ask you what it was?

MayraLor143: babe?

Imagiberry: love is kinda like a freefall: you start climbing to the top of a cliff (the ascent is the process of beginning to love) and then you jump (as you're falling, you're falling more and more in love), and when you hit the bottom, if it's rock solid, it's disillusionment, if it's water, it's death

Imagiberry: (sorry, my mom keeps barging in here)

MayraLor143: it's ok

MayraLor143: well said

MayraLor143: you're right

Imagiberry: right now, it's like I'm right there, standing on the edge, feeling the breeze, beaconed by the thrill; my vision is obscured from whatever the bottom is to be able to see what the future holds

MayraLor143: if you look at it in a metaphorical term, I would say I'm already of the cliff and the site of the bottom seems clear, but not just yet

MayraLor143: off*

Imagiberry: and im standing on the edge on my tiptoes, and the only thing holding me back is the haziness of the future and the bruises I've already had from premature...landings