Falling in love is like falling into an icy mountain lake.
The moment you hit the water, you know there is no going back. As your body is enveloped by stabbing chills, your extremities flail, trying to keep the numbness from overwhelming all sensation. After what feels like the infinite, you finally push your way up through the surface. Your head breaks the tension and air sweeps into your lungs, reminding you of what that very first breathe of life must feel like. And while you are still struggling, still fighting to retain some amount of perception, you open your eyes to the clear sky overhead. In that moment, you realize that you have never been more aware of your surroundings, nor have you ever felt so refreshingly alive.
Falling in love is different than being in love. To be in love, I believe that your feelings must be returned by the person you care so deeply about. Of course, you can love them without the feeling being returned, but I think that kind of love takes long amounts of time to develop. Falling in love is like love at first sight. It's puppy love, infatuation, the beginnings of being in love and loving someone.
In the past two months, I have fallen in love twice. A boy and then a girl. Somehow I've managed to find exactly what I'm looking for in both sexes in people who want to be 'just friends'. So now that clear sky seems to be clouding over, and I can hear a bit of thunder churning in the distance. Friendships are wonderful relationships to have, and I appreciate beyond belief the fact that I am not losing these amazing people. But at the same time, I feel myself caught in the current, swept back underneath the water, not sure which way is up.
She's the most beautiful woman I've laid eyes on...the most sensuous person I've ever shared a kiss with...the loveliest personality I've come across in a long time...
She drew me this today because I was sad:
I hate broken hearts. It feels as though I'm drowning. Still, if I hold her face in my mind, the suffocation grows so exquisite, I can't help but to stay below the rapids.
The moment you hit the water, you know there is no going back. As your body is enveloped by stabbing chills, your extremities flail, trying to keep the numbness from overwhelming all sensation. After what feels like the infinite, you finally push your way up through the surface. Your head breaks the tension and air sweeps into your lungs, reminding you of what that very first breathe of life must feel like. And while you are still struggling, still fighting to retain some amount of perception, you open your eyes to the clear sky overhead. In that moment, you realize that you have never been more aware of your surroundings, nor have you ever felt so refreshingly alive.
Falling in love is different than being in love. To be in love, I believe that your feelings must be returned by the person you care so deeply about. Of course, you can love them without the feeling being returned, but I think that kind of love takes long amounts of time to develop. Falling in love is like love at first sight. It's puppy love, infatuation, the beginnings of being in love and loving someone.
In the past two months, I have fallen in love twice. A boy and then a girl. Somehow I've managed to find exactly what I'm looking for in both sexes in people who want to be 'just friends'. So now that clear sky seems to be clouding over, and I can hear a bit of thunder churning in the distance. Friendships are wonderful relationships to have, and I appreciate beyond belief the fact that I am not losing these amazing people. But at the same time, I feel myself caught in the current, swept back underneath the water, not sure which way is up.
She's the most beautiful woman I've laid eyes on...the most sensuous person I've ever shared a kiss with...the loveliest personality I've come across in a long time...
She drew me this today because I was sad:
I hate broken hearts. It feels as though I'm drowning. Still, if I hold her face in my mind, the suffocation grows so exquisite, I can't help but to stay below the rapids.