it was the fall-that-wouldn’t-stop. I slo-mo, ran-fell for about ten feet before I hit the ground. Nope, still not over. Propelled then by the velocity I had picked up with the endless run-falling, I continued now in a kind of dive formation along the concrete. The Weekly Awkward - I Keep On Fallin' - Amy
But WHY do we end up treating these situations like romantic encounters? A best photo angle here, a considered, but not too needy text there. It’s like we forget we’ve successfully made other friends as testament to our human interaction credentials. We Need To Talk About... Friend Dating - Amy