*sigh*
I love the feeling I get when I fall for boys, I love that continual dreamy smile, the fun of analyzing everything they say, talking to your best friend for hours about how he touched your shoulder that day...It's just that it hurts so much when you stop falling. When you hit the ground. Hard. When they arent there to catch you, because they arent interested. It's that overwhelming emotion of worthlessness and embarrassment. It's the crawling away, tail between your legs, it's the licking of your tender wounds, how it hurts so much... And its happened too many times to brush myself off and say "It's alright, I still think I'm worth something."