A fictional interpretation of a song by Queen
He never intended to rush into things.
It was just the way life happened sometimes, especially when it came to his love life. When he fell in love, he fell hard and fast, and only later with his heart in pieces did he take the time to see who, exactly, he had fallen for.
But by then, of course, it was too late.
***
The first girl he ever truly loved stayed with him for six whole months.
Then, she slept with his best friend.
One week later, he was talking to a new girl.
I think we should wait, she said. I don’t think we should move so fast. You just broke up with your first love…
Three days later, and another girl showed up to talk. When he put his arm around her, she didn’t laugh or turn away.
She wouldn’t make him wait.
***
They rushed headlong into love with each other.
She told herself she used to have high standards, never talking to a guy who still talked about his ex. But he was different, worth it.
He was most excited that he wouldn’t have to wait. He used to hold his stick in his hands, and now it belonged to her.
There was nothing that could be done to convince them this was a bad idea.
Nothing at all to keep them from falling headlong.
***
It didn’t take long for them to hit the ground.
The impact came with a crushing reality. It wasn’t love that had propelled them forward, toward a life neither of them was ready for. They had rushed into nothing but a fantasy.
Perhaps if they were wiser they would know where they went wrong. They would be able to point at themselves and say maybe we shouldn’t have fallen headlong into something too strong, too soon.
But give them a week or possibly two, and they’ll be right back to falling fast and hard for somebody new.
