This is the third time that I have been in love.
The first time, I fell because he accepted me. He knew everything and he said he loved me. It didn’t take weeks. In 8 hours, I was gone. When he tried to change me, I succumbed.
The next time, I had more secrets. His matched mine. It took a few days this time and I was flying to see him. I left before he hurt me too badly.
This time, I didn’t fall. I had felt the careening power of love and this wasn’t it. I stumbled unwillingly. I fell in love with his devotion first and then his honesty.