It's a classic story. It's pathetic when you've lost count of how many times it's happened and you even begin to accept it as completely normal. We always want what we can't have. Do you understand now why Eve took that bite? Temptation. Natural attraction. And you know you can't help it.

Beautiful, isn't she? Will you ever forget that face? Those eyes? That voice? When you asked her 'how long will they let you stay?', you meant it. You really do think she fell from heaven to show mortals what beauty is.

And he's wonderful, isn't he? You thought you'd never find a guy who shares those values. Until you met him. That smile... have you ever seen anything so sincere? Will you ever feel that warmth again?

Maybe perfection doesn't exist. But you could swear that he or she really does embody it all. What can you do anyway? You discover something better than anything you could've expected, so obviously, you fall. Fall, fall, fall. Why wouldn't you hold onto him or her, even if it's only mentally? Who doesn't want to say that they have found that person who seems so perfect?

It's the physical attraction, what he or she believes in, your increased heart rate; they all make you want to hold onto the little things. When you see his favourite team's jersey. Her favourite song on the radio. A few words that remind you of him. A girl who looks just like her from the back.

You lose yourself, fall so deep, you can't see that it isn't going to happen. You pray he'll snap out of his single life. You hope she will turn to you one day, and say the magic words. You secretly curse that girl who called out to him and smiled so flirtatiously. You hate that guy that you saw giving her a hug, holding on for two seconds too long.

But you don't realise how far you've fallen. Until...