Neon

I'm suddenly reminded by a paragraph in The little Prince. The part where the fox explains to the prince why he should tame it.

On the second night, you had me waiting by the phone. I slept at 9 and woke up 36 minutes later because a part of me doesn't want to sleep through your call and the other part of me is waiting to hear from you. I've told you how sometimes I get disappointed by what others do with or without ill intentions and I start to lose faith in them slowly but surely. Despite so, i can't do that to you now. Even though I've waited, I'm not losing anything though I desperately want to.

If this is falling, I hope you let me crash till I hurt so bad I would never fall again. Because believing anything good will happen to me is like wearing my heart on my sleeve; asking to be ripped apart expecting not to when you gave someone a chance to do it.