Falling in love with you is easy. It’s almost non committal. But i don’t think, I mean, i can’t be in love with you. Not right now, when part of me still occupied. No matter how desperately I want to be void of it. Or him. Fuck. Damn this. Damn this wanting to fall and be and stay fuckingtastically in the bliss of love. Falling, it’s no big deal. It’s being, that fucking cannot happen. Not now.