Free Fallin'

"I love you." He whispered quietly. I couldn't respond. I don't want to be in love.

"I can't love you." I got up from his embrace, and walked out of the room. My feet patterned against the tile of the hallway, but stopped when I was pushed against the side wall.

"You can, Juliet." He protested.

"Why do you want me to say I've fallen quite hard for you, and now I'm contemplating in my head whether I really love you or not?" I shouted. I slid down the wall, and buried my head into my knees. "Why do you want me to tell you I love you, when you know I already am?"

"I want you to believe it." He said. There was a long pause,

"What's so special about falling in love? Yeah, it's great for awhile until you get your heart broken." I said bitterly, thinking back to previous experiences.

"It's the feeling of being loved, and being with the one person you've wanted to be with since you met them. It's feeling the fireworks every time you kiss or even touch, no matter how long you've been together. It's when you're having the worst day, but when you see their face your whole day gets immediately brighter." He paused staring into my soul with a loving gaze. "It's when you can't bear to see the person you love get hurt, physically or emotionally."