You jumped in with both feet.
Despite years of experience telling you things don’t work this way, you trusted.
You assumed it was the truth.
Snow White, Princess Buttercup, and Cinderella all rolled into one.
Love, fast and hard with no regard for personal safety or pride.
You didn’t have your harness on, and you fell.
You fell hard.
Love is supposed to be that cloud of happiness that cushions you.
Instead, you smacked into that cold hard concrete of reality.
Your brains didn’t spill out when you hit, you had abandoned them long ago.
Your heart exploded on impact.
Your life blood spilled and gushed and stained the ground.
Your error was given permanent imprint in the stained rock.
And you thought, with despair, that your life had been robbed from you.
But you walked outside and saw that shining moon.
That shining moon in those high silver clouds of the Fall night.
And you knew this was just another misadventure on the path of your life.
That bumpy, crazy road, that ultimately results in your death.