how to know if you've fallen?
when it's ten until five and you're doing your math homework and all the sudden in between the fives and the sixes you find yourself smiling because you remember how when you were driving he mocks yours technique in a kind sort of way.
when it's ten until five and you're listening to a song about love that you usually skip over, and all of the sudden you're thinking about him, the song now on repeat.
when it's five until ten on a rainy day and you're laughing because you recall the mini wrestling match you had in the front seat of your car over the radio, and he grabbed your arms in a tough but soft sort of way, his face so close you could smell his laughter.
when it's five until ten on a Monday and you find yourself filled with nothing but warmth and smiles, replaying the soundtrack of his smile.
when it's ten until five and you can still smell him on your shirt and you don't want to peel it from your body, so you just leave it on and hope with a fervent religion that he is with you.
how to know you've fallen?
easy.
you probably already have.
