Once upon a time she fell, into love.

She switches to another state of reality which is everything but real. A world somewhere deep in her mind, in between her consciousness and unconsciousness. She's falling. Falling deep into world she created for them.

She allows her mind to reminisce. To wonder off to that place. Serenity. Tranquility. Placidity. She finds utter peace in the desolation of her imagination. She dives into a trance. A completely animated world where they fall in love all over again. This time it's perfect. No mistakes. No unsaid words. Nothing is considered a risk because she bares her soul to him once again. Presents her vulnerability in openness and falls deeper and deeper into love.

She gazes at his flawless mess. Messy hair, rumpled shirt, careless smile, glistening skin, eyes that pierce into the very depth of her soul and captures her existence and turns it around. Breaks her strength so she has no choice but to run into the asylum of his arms. She wants to become one with him. To intertwine and interlock herself with him. His very touch causes her to fall all over again.

How long will her imagination permit her to be here. She never wants to leave. As she awakens, tears fall from the corners of her eyes. Tears that should wash away the pain of reality. She feels as though a carving knife has been plunged into her heart, swirled around and jacked right out. Her stomach feels like a war is occurring between her organs. She attempts to leave her bed, to free herself from the agent of her dreams. Her legs give up. Her mind and body give up. She plants herself on the floor and sobs till her body runs out of tears. The real reality has forced her to fall back out.

And with all of this, tomorrow and every day after that she'll still find herself on her bed falling into thier world relentlessly. The reason for her self-inflicted torture? She believes that just a few moments of bliss is worth more than an eternity in a world void of thier love.