You feel afraid. But you feel the flow, of getting soaked in. You get goosebumps, your lips turn blue. But no one cares. Toe, ankle, knee, thigh, stomach, breasts. It seems too deep, but you can’t get out. It will be even colder when you go out of water. You decide to stay. You feel something pressing you down, making you gasp one more for breath. Your whole body is feeling. You’re almost in. You are surrounded by water, because you’re in the water. So, does that mean you’re in love, because you fell in love. Maybe, maybe not. No one will know. But you know you don’t hate it. Now you’re floating. The deeper you try to get, you feel the water push away. But is it water, or is it yourself trying to get out of it. Maybe it’s the water, maybe it’s you. It’s hard to separate yourself from love, once you’re in love. The logic disappears, and it’s hard to grasp on it, like water.