Dec 24 2008
Wonderwall
Our first day together, a night of text, and then there is now. I look toward her and feel my stomach tighten while a smile rolls across my lips. I could look at her forever.
Why do I fall so hard so quickly? I don’t want to be let down again, I don’t want my grasp of perfection to crumble into dust as my clenched hands hold on with all of my power, and I want her to fall for me too. My heart picks itself up inside my chest. It pretends to be captain of this submarine we call a body. I feel it using my eyes as a ___, while it hides from the rest of the world, too far under for anyone to crush it. I think she’s the one who can bring me to the surface, pull me out from the depths of the ocean to once again see the world. My world has been covered with water for far too long.
I’ve fallen for so many before, but this feels like the first time. I feel my submarine cruising inches below the surface, waiting to land in her dock while her beauty serves as a lighthouse.
As childish as this is, I really like her… And I hope she likes me too.
The little thing that submarines used to have to see above the water surface is called a periscope. Good writing, I like the analogy.
When I am feeling down I read this …