Falling in Love
At some point, we all stumble into it — That strange, beautiful thing called love.
Falling in love is like watching the sunrise for the first time — Soft, golden, full of promise.
When it’s with the right person, It feels like the world finally makes sense, Like the stars were aligned just for the two of you.
But when love lands on the wrong heart, It can feel like a beautiful song out of tune — Haunting, aching, unforgettable.
Love is often spoken of like a legend — A ghost whispered in poetry, A tale passed through hearts More often imagined than truly lived.
Falling in love means being brave — Willing to face anything, Everything,
Just to hold one person’s hand.
It means putting their smile before your own, Because their joy feels like sunlight warming your skin.
It means sacrificing without regret — Time, pride, even pieces of yourself — Just to see them shine.
It’s finding heaven in their laughter, And heartbreak in their tears, And swearing to protect their heart as fiercely as your own.
To fall in love is to crave presence — Not just in fleeting moments, But in every ordinary breath.
To want a thousand quiet mornings And endless slow dances in the kitchen.
Falling in love is a kind of hunger — Not the desperate kind, But the soft longing that makes you want to savor every glance, Every word, Every second.
It’s like your favorite song — You could listen forever and never grow tired, Because every note sounds like home.
That’s what love feels like to me — A tender, burning kind of forever.
And you? What does falling in love mean to your heart?
