The Arctic
Love is the darkest and terrifying feeling I have ever felt, is the same sentiment as if you were in open water.
The middle of the ocean, to be more specific, the Arctic, when all that is surrounding you is darkness and coldness.
When you don’t know which way to swim, you find yourself lost, without direction, not knowing what’s underneath.
But sometimes, you might find the light of the moon and cling to the hope that maybe you’ll find your way to the shore.
That probably won’t happen, you have swum too far and you might not be coming back, at least not who you used to be.
They say you can’t die from a broken heart, but surely the pain can even feel like your whole body is freezing.
You try to relieve the moments where your body felt warm from the brief moments of happiness love gave you.
But that’s not enough when you’re about to drown, drown without a chance of someone saving you from the memories.
We tend to romanticize the idea of love, it’s all about warm colors, flowers, and heart-shaped chocolates.
For me, love is indigo blue, not anymore the color of your eyes, but the deepest shade of the color, so obscure.
Because right now that’s how I feel, hopeless, waiting for the waves to crash on my face, drowning in my sorrow.
I’m not sure if there’s a way back to the beginning when the sun was as bright as a diamond, and I felt safe.
I would like to believe there’s a way to find ourselves again in love as the day we met, but love is not a fairytale.
Love is nothing but an illusion, one that is powerful enough to make you believe you’re nothing without it.
And right now, I don’t even feel like a person anymore, just another piece floating in the middle of the ocean.
Lost, hopeless, with words that won’t make an impact on anyone who reads this, not even on you.
