Third Verse, Same As the First... :P

(aka Chapter 12)

You know, falling into anything is usually pretty dangerous. Especially sandpaper. Ouch.

But feathers. Now that’s an entirely different story. I mean, who doesn’t wanna fall into feathers? Or Jello? Or kisses?
…I suppose it’s all how you look at it. And maybe it depends on if you like falling in the first place. Are you a limit-testing skydiver? Or a persnickety invalid? This could affect your falling enjoyment enormously. As for me, I don’t prescribe to either label. Yet, I’m more the cautious, tiptoe-into-the-water kind of girl, rather than the reckless cannon-baller. Or so it seems. …I can’t believe I just took the liberty of using “baller” in my ramblings. That’s AWESOME. **grins proudly** “Sometimes, just sometimes, I think they should call me “clever [amy].” :D

…I wish there was some method to this madness. I am, of course, referring to love. I wish I better understood myself, my feelings. Because I feel like I’m sending myself mixed signals. It’s very frustrating. I’m a very frustrating girl, I believe. Shall I ever be content? Will I ever find the one person I want to settle with? Also, why do we call it settling, when the double meaning of “settling” is of course somewhat insulting if used to refer to our future partner? Think about it. You say, “Oh, this is John. We’re settling down together.” Cute. However, when used in another way… “Oh, this is John. We’re settling.” …Hmm… slightly worrisome. I can picture Mom and Dad on the other side of this table a bit concerned for their little girl’s future with this man. “But sweetheart! Whyever would you feel you have to settle, darling?” The words down and together, then, must be vital here. It’s the difference between a partner for life and a partner for now.

Well then. I suppose I would be remiss in not telling you about this fantastic friend I have. But perhaps I won’t. Stories always get complicated when you throw friends into the mix (no offense friends). Oh, what the heck… Ever have that moment when you realize that one of the people that you have become close with actually was just maybe the person you were meant to be with? …Hmm. Me neither.