I can't say I have fallen in love, no. It's a weird thing to say "I'm in love," but then you realised that it was all a lie. We exchanged numbers, that's it... But his drunk self had taken the liberty to write everything down on my phone, taking precaution I guess.
"Fuck me. I forgot to write my name, the hell is wrong with me," I mumbled and seeing him leave... That's already a struggle. I know I should've followed him, but I think this isn't the ri-
"Get your fucking Hands off me!" Swaying his hands side to side, he pushed a man from the pavement and walks away; I guess I am walking the right way. I couldn't keep up with his pace like this and I don't want to seem weird, I barely knew this guy and here I am following him to his home... by following I mean just watching him from the distance and make sure he's okay.
That's when I heard, the screaming.. His screams, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD" I know that's Luke.
Saving him... Maybe that's the only choice I have. To see him in pain, scarring pain gave me a little hit of human sense and I liked it.
Like I said, can't say I'm in love. But I believe, falling is the right term for it.I'm okay with that; sometimes you have to fall in love and maybe from there, you'll find him.. I found mine.
He's enough, and I Love that.
