Her: I forgot how falling in love worked.
Him: well, it's somewhat contained in the expression: you fall, you break.
Her: so it's better not to.
Him: I like falling.
Her: it's a drug.
Him: a bit.
Her: but when you fall, you hurt yourself.
Him: I have knee pads.
Her: So you have to protect yourself?
Him: nah, potato head, you need to live things and be honest with yourself and your needs. See it as falling into heaven...
Her: and when you really break in two during your fall, well... do you die and go to heaven?
Or hell?
