An ex lover once told me I was too much for him.
He said our love felt a lot like trying to swim in open sea,mysterious and dangerous but enticing enough for him to try and uncover the wonders.
He looked for something that has worth. Oh, how hard he tried.
I forgot to tell him, I was nothing but open sea full of cracked shells and forgotten memories.
Dead.
He wondered why he even bothered.
He said he loved me but said that understanding me felt a lot like drowning--my currents dragging him underwater.
"Why couldn't you stop being sad all the time?" he always asked me.
I couldn't give him an answer.
An ex lover once told me that my sadness ignited the knight in shining armor in him. I was damsel in distress and he was prince charming.
He said he wanted to save me.
Like how man tried to understand the open sea, he never really knew me.
I didn't need saving. I just wanted him to be there while I saved myself.
