The end of the world

I got jealous. Gently, not harshly. I merely said that I felt uncomfortable.

"WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!" - "I WON'T BE TOLD NOT TO DO ANYTHING!" "I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU FEEL THAT WAY!"

I nod and say: I would never forbid you anything. I just said it felt a bit strange.

What is love? I have often thought about it. I don't know what love is and I have learned that love hurts. That's all I understand about love.

Love,

You feel as if you were underwater. You look up and everything is blurry because the salty tide blinds your eyes. You hear people, all muffled and quiet. They speak, you see the movement of their lips, but the words don't come through. You smile and nod as if you understood them. But you didn't. You walk through the world with music on your ears, hoping the thoughts will quiet down. But they don't. They echo through the deep sea and make you understand even less what the people on the surface of the water want from you. Their mouths open, but you hardly see their faces, because you just don't want to see them. You don't want to see anyone. Not even yourself.

So you lie at the bottom of the sea, on the cool sand, staring up at the people swimming on the surface, walking on land, laughing. You sometimes want to be like them, but you never will.

We lie at the bottom of the sea and listen to the water.