Please Catch Me If I Fall
Please catch me if I fall, fall for you, fall into you. Please promise you’ll be there, and that you’ll meet me halfway, too.
Please catch me if I fall, fall for you, fall into you. Please promise you’ll be there, and that you’ll meet me halfway, too.
Whether or not we agree with Donald Trump as our president, we can choose to pray for our nation. To trust that these changes are in God’s hands, and ask him to lead our country to a place of strength, acceptance, tolerance, equality and respect.
I wonder if it’s too late to tell you that I still think about you. That November reminds me of scarves and our cold hands, early nights watching the sunset, feeling that Midwest winter slowly creep in.
When was the last time you indulged some brand-spankin’-new cosmetics? You deserve this.
You are in a rush to fall in love.
It’s okay to be imperfect. Maybe I need a reminder of that; maybe we all need a reminder of that.
I want to carve a space in my life for you, a you-shaped hole that you can fill with your laughter and smiles, your warmth and patience. I want to give you a place that you can call your own, that you can claim within me, and that I can learn to share, even with my stubborn heart.
If I told you I was scared, would you pull me into your arms and kiss my worries away?
It doesn’t have to be expectations and fears, worries and judgments. It doesn’t have to be labels and misunderstandings, rigidity and rules. Love can simply be what it is—two people believing in a force stronger than themselves—and saying, ‘yes, I’m in.’
I am the guardian of my own heart, and I can choose the pace at which I fall into someone, the pace at which I let someone in.