Take My Hand

Have you ever wondered why some or most people lose themselves when in love? I wondered, too, how I didn't notice that I lost all aspect of my identity.

In the haze of those six years, things happened slow and burned slow, get lost and never get found, settle down, then settle less.

Oftentimes, women mentally checks themselves out of the relationship first before finally exiting physically. And in many cases, men exits physically first. So eventually, even when they already ran away, they come back.

Long term relationships die down slow, unnoticeable, 'til it's too far gone to be saved, but flings?

Flings burn fast and it burns people. His fire was wild, vast, and deadly...but also intoxicating and reverting. He was like the opposite of it, too - water. Like huge, deadly waves that engulfs every thing it touches. It pulls and push, claims you, then set you free, and finally, drown you in until you're too far gone to even try to breathe. With every breath you take, he gets in your system; drives you crazy, hopeless, leave you panicking - all of this except, in the end, he leaves them in ashes.

He left me in ashes.

I didn't know it was possible to die slow, feel alive, then die again.