Love is like being underwater
My dad told me that when I fell in love it would feel like fireworks. A colourful chaos that overwhelmed and excited.
But when I fell in love it was like being underwater. A muted world that stretched on forever, and an all-consuming breathlessness.
For a while I was weightless, as the ceiling lights shimmered just above the surface, and the large clock on the wall ticked on. I floated on my quiet confession as it brushed cool against my skin, and I counted the seconds left. My body moved without permission, drifting in the current, pulling me nearer to her.
And I wished that she would let me drown.