New love is exciting and horrifying in all the best ways. Falling, its literally like the rollercoaster everyone describes in the movies or the books, the poems, the songs. The feeling of bliss when your climbing that hill, the anxiety that fills your chest as you know the drop is coming, the feeling that fills your chest cavity and stomach as the drop comes and goes, the anxious sweaty palms, the chest full of static, the thoughts that scramble like falling letters.
Anything new is scary, we all know that, change is inevitable, it is so scary and terrifying but the rush of fear and anxiety keeps us all coming back, the bliss of getting to know someone new and entering their world like it is a whole new planet.
Thought we just started talking today. Please let me ride out this happiness for all it is worth.
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Sparks in the Dark
Short StoryJust short stories and poems and vent writings I make
