Love 1/0

I fell in love on Twitter. I fell into someone's words, and I would have kept falling if I didn't eventually hit the ground.

I fell in love on Twitter. With someone who could talk - sweet, sweet talk - all night, about everything. All day, all night, all ways - and always with the appropriate links to follow. Funny, quirky, quick, fantastic -

I fell in love on Twitter. With someone I knew nothing about, except for the constant stream of awesome that came into my timeline.

I fell in love on Twitter. With someone's good side.

Nothing prepared me for the context. All those things that really doesn't translate into the 140, no matter how many of them you read or write.

But how many we wrote! How many we read! And how many we retweeted! We never made love, but oh the love we made between the lines!

I still keep some of them around, on sheets of unmade, undone love.

You see, I fell in love on Twitter. With someone I knew everything about. With someone I once shared a life with, but also parted ways with - with someone it seems I never really knew when we were together.

I fell in love on Twitter. With my ex. And the love we shared there was stronger than any we had shared in our previous lives.

Everything that falls, must eventually hit the ground. We fell twice. Only this time, we also hit the ground together.

In that awkward moment, when we both thought - "it's you".

The strangest thing is that I might have kept falling. Might. If I only knew then. If we only knew then. -