Falling
When I fall, I fall hard. I giggle childishly and grin ear to ear. As I try to go about my regular internet activities, I find my mind and my eyes wandering to the chat box every few seconds, yearning and hoping to see the little pencil that indicated a message was in progress. Part of me felt a little silly feeling this way. It was just a new friendship. Surely I hadn't been deprived of such a joy for so long that I was like a puppy in a new, warm home. The thought gripped my mind and dove from the joy into a much darker place. Was this the price I am to pay for this bliss? The bipolar dance of giggles and grimaces was weari