Lost At Sea

I could never measure the enormity of my feelings.

The first time we went to the beach together, you looked as if you had come back home because the flickers of joy and amusement in your eyes were too evident. You grew up in a place where your backyard stretched out into the open ocean and the people fished for a living. The salt, the sun, the sand – they're all a part of you, like legs that turn into a tail the moment the seawater touches it.

I thrive in sleepy towns and concrete jungles, and when you came into my life, you swept in like an overhead wave that swallowed me into the deep. Whenever I think of you, I picture the vast ocean like the enormity of my feelings. The unknown scared me, like the way you did when you first told me that you loved me. But here I am, lost at sea, sinking into the deep abyss that is you – and I never, ever want to resurface.


Photo by Alice Mourou