I remember. I'm sure we all remember our own personal versions of similar stories.
For the first time I found myself free falling into another person's being. Focusing all my energy on memorizing the random and seemingly meaningless characteristics; the freckle pattern on his arm, the hypnotic rhythm of his voice, the soothing sensation of his touch.
The novel experience of letting my guard down and letting someone in... it overwhelmed me. I quickly became all too involved with an uncharacteristically small amount of caution. It was as if I was caught in the undertow. I was swirling in an addicting rush. Everything he did.... everything he does, seems acceptable.
I'm no longer under the water. I'm swimming a tremendous distance from shore (parallel to the shoreline of course). I'm slowly finding life savers along the way, one every now and then. Soon enough, I'll find my way back to the sandy beaches of sanity.
The scariest part of this thought, is that it's all happening again. Not exactly the same. This current goes by a different name. The direction and speed of this one is very fitting to my own. He lacks the many hazards of the aforementioned. Maybe one day I can write about current B and forget about current A. Only he can decide that now, because I already know the direction I'm swimming.
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