Jump, then Fall

Love. I love the concept of love. I love the way it looks. How the couples eyes light up at the sight of eachother. How every waking moment their thoughts are flooded with the person that makes their world go round. I will admit, I'm a hopeless romantic. I want love, so bad. Yet I am so afraid of it. Because with love comes heartbreak, and I can't open myself to that risk. You'd think by now, after sitting in parks, malls, watching the lovely couples, I'd realize that I'd have no choice of who I'd fall in love with. Love takes hostages, and never let's go. And this is my story of my first love, and maybe my last.