I love that you get me

I fall down.
A Lot.
I fall down, I get hurt, it usually ends in tears.
I'm clumsey.
I try to stay up. Balanced. Normal.
I fall down harder.
It's not good.

I am however a little proud of it. Only in the fact that I haven't died yet. No Major injuries needing surgery or large scale correctoins. Stuff like that.

And now I have a comrad. A fellow accident prone pal that is not ashamed of her falling...ness.

Bless you my friend. Bless you.