Running On Water

He doesn’t know the extent of it. How much I have actually let him into my heart. Foolishly I let myself fall into a pool of dazzling water. Now I cannot find my way out as I start to drown. I never have let myself become such a mess over a man. Now at the thought of him I am resolved to almost nothing. I am afraid to admit the truth to even myself, but it’s there sitting in the front of my mind. I cannot hide from it much longer. These things I have started to feel there not normal, I think. But how could it ever be. He creeps into my thoughts every moment, though I wish they would just dissipate. I am sinking deeper into this pool; it seems to have unthinkable depths. I was not expecting this. Why can I not hide from these long hidden fears? Trying to run from them is impossible. Running on water I have never thought to be possible. It is like trying to climb a latter without steps. As I except what I have done to myself I feel joy. The water that has taken hold of me is beautiful and comforting. I know in a way I am safe, as long as I come up for air every now and then. I now start to tread the water, no more sinking or drowning for me. It may seem it was a simple thing, but love is a more complicated creature than one would think.