All About Love

Hydrophilic Love

I seek water. Too much. It's almost a disorder. Though...why should I not? The gentleness of water is far more comfortable than anyone else's. Try submerging once. You'll know what I mean. At least....for me, water isn't just water, the essential component to sustain life. I wish for it to be my life.

It can hide tears. It can blend itself with my sadness to provide a silent yet cold comfort. With the cold comforting temperature, it touches my skin, encloses me in the biggest hug ever. The hug, made of millions of droplets.

My broken heart gets soothed. My broken mind turns a comforting blank. It's like whispering, "Let go." Let go of everything and just remain enclosed in a cold yet warm embrace. Comfort my broken wings. Wash the blood off of them. With the gentlest care ever. Instead of wings, a magical fishtail is all I would ever need to be free. It again comforts, "Just accept me.....and let go of your worries...."

It's absurd? What is not absurd in life? The whispers of water are far less absurd than hormones that produce illusions of love. I drowned in those illusions once. It was not comfortable. It was just a pleasure. Without the gentleness that is. It was not a cold embrace. It was warm. But a very vicious warmth. It had burnt me alive. Now....maybe that's not absurd, right?

Those burns left scars, pushing me into a euphoric intoxication of wine and alcohol. The gentleness of water just soothed the unbearable pain. My gentle savior was helpless. It couldn't win. It just blended in with my intoxication. Kept me company as it got addicted too. No. Not to alcohol. It got addicted to embracing me often. The cold again and again soothing the burning hot pain throughout my body. An intimate embrace of cold warmth mended my wounds like a refreshing spring breeze.

Seems like a living person, no? It is. To me. I fell in love with water? I don't know love no more. It's way far from normal. Way complex to be worded. Ah....maybe I'm just crazy. If I really am crazy, it would make sense. Everything would make sense. The embrace I feel, the whispers I hear, the comfort I'm provided with, the melody of gentleness in which I drown......everything.

I'm embraced yet again. Enclosed from all directions. Not a nook left uncovered. It's an absolute protection. My tears are yet again dissolved, without a trace. They never existed as if. My eyes are closed yet again, the usual melody dancing in my ears as I'm enchanted slowly. The scars, worries, sorrows, pain.......all got dissolved. Blended to nothingness. The cold temperature shivering my whole body wasn't troublesome nor uncomfortable. I'm used to it.

Finally........I'm dissolving. Drowning? I did drown. Not in water. In sorrows and pain of life. But I'm dissolving into millions of drops of water's hold. Willingly. Turning into beautiful reflecting bubbles. Finally being free. Feeling the weightlessness of true freedom. And the placidness yet again welcomes me. Welcomes me with a warm hug whispering, "This is your freedom..." Yes, it's finally mine.....

Finally.....not an embrace of silent comfort. Neither a hold of gentleness. It will be lasting forever.......

It's my hydrophilic love.......