Disclaimer: Nothing recognizable is mine. Anyhting that makes you go 'what the actual fuck' probably is.
Author's Note: Take your best guess.
Other Ways it Could Have Gone
I fell in love with you so easily and inevitably and at just the right time. It was no pull of two souls toward home, no push of staggering, momentous emotion. It was slipping into cool water under moonlight. It was learning I could sleep soundly next to someone else. Being in love was the same thing as learning how.
Falling out of love with you is x-raying every word. It's feeling lonely across the phone line. Lonely, while you fall asleep in my arms. What we had was as real as the seasons. We recede from each other across flood planes.