Isn't it ironic how you always do what you say you wouldn't. Say what you don't mean. Do what you said you wouldn't do. Promised you wouldn't fall for someone, but find yourself falling so deep. So rapidly, like the waves sweeping the sandy beach on a stormy winter's night. Like jumping off the cliff and getting a sudden rush of emotions. Find yourself acting incongruent with what your head is telling you. Instead you listen to your heart. To your soul. And you just end up falling. Unexpectedly. Uninvited. But when you hit the ground, you are left with nothing. Nothing but the despair, the hurt, the emptiness.