Falling in love again

I told myself I was done, my heart locked, dust gathering where fire once lived. But then— your smile cracked the silence, and suddenly the walls I built didn’t feel like home anymore. It’s reckless, how I find myself chasing the echo of your voice like it’s the only map I trust. Love isn’t supposed to come twice, not like this— not after the storm has torn through once before. But here it is, louder, sharper, sweeter than the first time. I’m dizzy in the chaos, breathless in the calm, and all I know is— this love is messy, unwritten, dangerous. And maybe it won’t save me, but God, it feels like flying to fall again. ~Eve.