I was learning what it was like to fall in love, I guess. Clinging to every single word he said, taking discrete screenshots during skype calls, craving him every moment of the day… Every romantically inclined person goes through that, yeah? When you’re trying to get used to the feelings of being in love, and you’re hyperaware of everything that person says and does and you’re so excited and euphoric you almost feel high, and when they forget to hit the ‘send’ button on a text message for three hours you almost die? Maybe I was being melodramatic, but I liked to think that everyone else went through it too. It would pass, I was sure; I’d adjust, my heart rate would slow, and loving him would become just another part of everyday mundane life. But right then, I was still falling. I was falling and praying every moment that Marco would be at the bottom, waiting to catch me.