It comes in waves. It hits me in waves. I go through moments and hours thinking that I’ve possibly forgotten about it, then it punches me in the face. I feel like I have ran into a wall full speed -no second thoughts. Then it feels like it has stopped, hence the waves. Worst part is that I drown in every single one of those waves. I drown so deep down the ocean of all these feelings and emotions. I feel so breathless, so naive, so heavy. Each wave eats me alive, swirls me left and right, takes me to the deep dark browns and blues, then finally slaps me down on the cold glassy sands. But it doesn’t end there, right when I think that I’ve possibly forgotten about it, it pulls me in -right back into the infinite waves. Am I that crazy to love this?