She was alone in her apartment, all her roommates had gone for winter break. Though she missed them dearly, she enjoyed the solitude. No one to disagree with her music choice, no one to make more dirty dishes, no one to get in the shower before her. However, there was also no one to laugh with past midnight, no one to watch a movie with, no one to tackle with sporadic hugs.
She felt a little alone, though she was not lonely. She had a friend, named Him, who she talked with online frequently. He was in a different time zone for the holidays, so she found herself strangely drawn to her computer around the clock, just in case the little window would pop up with a friendly greeting from Him. When he was there, online, she smiled and laughed loudly and glowed with happiness. When he was not there, online, she did not become sad. Instead, she waited, hopeful, just in case.
Then she realized that she was being silly. Silly to sit and wait for someone to send her a virtual hello. Silly to hope that he would be as unoccupied as she. Silly, because she liked Him, and she couldn't remember how it all happened.

Somewhere, between a Sunday school class and a run down a green hill, she fell a little bit.

And though it was silly, she couldn't help liking the feeling of falling.