Fall-ing ♡



Fall-ing. Head over heals for the smile. The eyes. The hair. The hugs. The kisses. The yes and no's. The holding hands and the letting go's. Fall-ing. In love with seasons that come and go. That bring sickness and health. Fall-ing is if my feet will never ever again touch the ground. 

Grateful. So incredibly painful. This life sometimes...so painful. But forever grateful. 
And I don't mean to burden you with pressure, but Luna; You truly make everything better. 


©Houda Noussi

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