Gravity is not responsible for people who are falling in love, they say.
If that is the case, then I should be floating in the air right now; not knowing how to stand on my feet and instead trying to grip onto something rigid that sticks to the unshakeable wall in order to find the balance between my physical body and the atmosphere—but in fact, the only thing that I wish to put into balance is nothing but my heart and my mind.
If love is truly an exception where science does not work, then I do not know what kind of emotion this is; because as far as I am concerned, the force of gravity is pulling me down like never before. Each and every step I am about to take feels heavy with doubt and potential regret lingering in it—of whether I should listen to my heart to run after you, or stay hard-headed to keep my pair of feet planted in the ground while letting the sight of your back disappear as you walk away.
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