Jump

You can't avoid the inevitable.

And it's inevitable to fall in love.

Leaving my small town life and moving to an even smaller town was not my idea of mending my broken heart.

I wasn't looking for anyone new. In fact, I was avoiding it. I wanted to avoid falling in love again.

Especially with someone who isn't even my boyfriend.

But he prevailed.

Over every moral I made for myself, every guard I had put up, he had the ablility to knock it down.

"There is a way to avoid falling in love." He pushed his sunglasses up his nose.

"What? Let them fall for you first?" I kicked my legs onto his and laid in the grass.

"No. Jump."

I raised an eyebrow.

"If you jump head first into love, it eliminates the essence. So you won't be falling in love. You'll jump headfirst into it. You're aware you're about to put yourself through this."

I sat up, obviously taken back.

"It's like falling off a cliff, Bridgit. You don't really think about how much it's going to hurt until you hit rock bottom. But if you jump, you're fully aware that you're going to get hurt; and you don't care."

He leaned forward and caressed my cheek, breath fanning my face.

"Jump."