I wrote a poem a couple of days ago and wondered if the tittle is really a match. The poem is about falling in love. Although it seems being falling in love is overrated by now, but I still remember the feeling. They’re certain things in a story of “one day I met this boy” that make our mind become absorbed in memories. Like rewinding an old movie, there’s an anticipation of what’s gonna happen, and yet you know the ending already. Then you realize, you have fallen again. Who’s to say one cannot fall for the same person twice?