“What does it feel like?” he asks unexpectedly. “Falling in love, being in love.” I hesitate to choose my words carefully before answering. “I’m not as good at the ‘being in love.’ That part is new. But the falling… That’s appropriately named. Because that’s exactly what it feels like. Like you’re falling and you have no control.” “So it’s terrifying?” Konstantin deciphers. Usually, I wouldn’t admit as much, but there’s no denying the truth. “Yeah. Extremely fucking terrifying.”
