I Fell For You, My Love
I fell for you my love, utterly, completely. I fell, and I just keep falling. There’s no chance of recovery, there never is when you’re in love, when you’ve fallen too far, gone too deep. I fell for you my love, and I don’t plan on getting back up.
The night in the city was noisy, people seemed to need to drive places at all hours. The street below a hotel balcony was busy, a lifeline for anyone needing to go anywhere. A train bellowed in the distance, adding its noise to the wealth of sounds already penetrating the night. It soon past, but cars kept coming.
The air was still humid, even though the sun had long since disappeared over the horizon. With the humidity came a generous offering of smog from the city, the moon was blurred and no stars could be seen.
Though the night sky was left bereft of stars, on the hotel balcony above the street a man stood whose eyes held enough stars to challenge the heavens. He stood holding onto the railing of the balcony with one hand, as if keeping himself from following the retreating back of a young woman. She had just gone inside the hotel room, but the young man looked as if ready to follow her across the world, the universe.
The balcony was on the fifth floor of a hotel that went up much higher, and had many more such balconies. In the mornings the building obscured the sun and cast a great shadow on the perpetually busy street below. On the roof of the building was not a favourable place to be, as there were strong winds higher up and the safety precautions were unfortunately lacking. The wind lower down was generally lighter, but persistent. The young man seemed hardly to notice the breeze that ruffled his hair and tugged at his clothes, he was lost within his own dream land.
The young man was in a place where nothing else mattered but him and his love, where nothing else seemed important enough to matter. Not the shabby hotel, not the fact that it was the best that they could afford, not the noisy street, the humid night. Nothing could interfere with this young mans happiness. He leaned back on the railing and tilted his head up to gaze at the sky, he didn’t realize that all the stars he saw he created himself. To the young man the night was perfect, no worries, not a care in the world. The moon may have been obscured by the smog, but the man still saw its benign smile.
The breeze picked up slightly but the young man could hardly be bothered to notice. He hoisted himself up to sit on the railing, he fit his feet snugly in between the metal posts and rested them on the crossbars that ran through the railing. Precariously balanced at best, above a busy street.
He glanced inside the hotel room, the sliding glass door provided him with a view of the well lit interior. The young woman was not to be seen, she had gone into the bathroom on the other side of the room, where the mans gaze was directed. The room was not remarkable in any way, it had one bed with the usual patterned comforter, a bedside table that held a phonebook and a bible, and of course a television. Also, there was a spot on the wall where a picture once hung, but only a rectangle of darkened wallpaper remained. The only things to indicate that the room was occupied were the two small suitcases placed neatly by the door.
Below the balcony, a truck honked its horn, a smaller car had gone in front of it and had gotten too close. More honking ensued from the sleep deprived travelers, they seemed to think that by adding their horns to the din they could quiet the rest of them.. A light changed from red to green and the noise moved off to bother another street.
The young man on the balcony looked up tot eh sky again, a cloud had moved to cover the moon so only its faint glow could be seen. The wind again picked up slightly and the man noticed it then, he took his hands off of the railing to brush away the hair that had blown into his eyes.
A fresh gust came around to the balcony, stronger still than last. It threw that young man off balance suddenly, and as he was perched precariously over the street below, he teetered backwards. In the eternal space of a breath, the mans’ hands groped around in the air for some handhold as his legs started to slip off the railing. His breath caught and his heart nearly stopped in that moment.
Almost as if in slow motion, his body was pulled downwards to the busy street. Another bout of honking had occurred, someone started yelling. The wind kept gusting, the clouds were blown away from the moon so its shine could once again be seen. The young mans’ eyes widened and his hands still reached out to grab something. His eyes widened even more, when his hands did grab something.
He had managed to grasp the balcony railing in the few moments he had been falling. He stopped with his legs up, still trying to hook over the railing. He looked down and saw the street, people in their cars getting to where they needed to go. His arms strained as he pulled himself up onto the balcony railing once more, but this time he didn’t sit on it for long, he saw his love coming across the room and went to go open the door for her.
I fell for you my love, utterly, completely. I fell, and I just keep falling. There’s no chance of recovery, there never is when you’re in love, when you’ve fallen too far, gone too deep. I fell for you my love, and I don’t plan on getting back up.
