Fly

His name is Ben.
I will go out and
tell you that right now.
Reading over the
previous letters I
feel almost ashamed
at how many guys
I have fawned over.
I won’t go and say
that he is it. I can’t
say that. But I will
say this; he is what
you used to be.
He is what I had hoped
Justin would be.
He is what I have
looked for ever since
I gave up on you.
I am falling for him and,
honestly, I hope that
I never stop falling.
Because if I never stop
falling then I can
never hit the ground.