It was the sixth of December, hardly a day to be gallivanting in shorts and a t-shirt, but I found my reasons. The wind hardly touched me as I felt like I was floating among the cotton-puff clouds. Songs of love filled my brain as I realized I was falling hard into the sky and there was no catching me. Peeks of bursting pink swelled in my heart and melted my brain into a mush filled with melodies of only him.
Why?
How?
Because he spoke with me, and I will never see ground again.