falling

I never thought about the idea of falling in love. I never thought I would have to think about it. It wasn't something i desperately longed after like most people did. Loneliness became a comfortable feeling over the years. Years of staring trough a rain stained window. Counting the drops falling silently but loudly on the dirty glass that kept me away from reality. The only human contact I had over the years was with my father and teachers. Boring and depressing was what others would call me and the life I lived. Although I couldn't call it living. Until I met him. Darkness in a human form. Calling like a siren waiting to destroy.