A/N: So I wrote this a while ago, and, surprisingly, never posted it. So here you go, a drabble. Exactly 100 words. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: *riffles through mail* Well, CBS hasn't responded to my request yet, so I think we should assume, for now, that I don't own this.
She'd often wondered at the expression "falling in love." Love was an emotion, wasn't it? How could you fall into an emotion? It took nearly forty years of her life to figure it out, or maybe just to give it her own interpretation, that of the swooping, soaring sensation in her stomach when she saw him.
She only realized this when she felt that swooping, soaring sensation in her stomach when she saw him again. Had the years dulled her memories of him, or had they changed him this much? Because when she saw him, she understood, and she fell.