falling in love is like drinking water
it could come anytime, this thirst. sometimes it hits you at the most inopportune moments, like when you're lying awake in your bed, in the middle of the night. the world opens to you like a fridge, offering everything and nothing. everything's unhealthy for you because you're looking for it at the wrong time. you recall how the last glass of water tasted like, and though it felt good, it may have tasted like nothing. so now you're searching for something, anything...
as soon as you find it, it's out in the glass and it's going down your throat. you're desperate to taste this one, to see how it fares up against the rest. the memories of all its predecessors come rushing through your brain, but all you can really think about is how thirsty you are, how you can't stop drinking, how you can't stop...
then you realise half the glass is already empty as you put it down. whatever it was, you think, it didn't matter. in the first few seconds of bliss all it existed for was to satisfy your thirst. it could have been water, or Coke, or urine. in those first few seconds all you know is liquid. it's always only after you stop that you realise what you haven't been tasting all along.
as soon as you find it, it's out in the glass and it's going down your throat. you're desperate to taste this one, to see how it fares up against the rest. the memories of all its predecessors come rushing through your brain, but all you can really think about is how thirsty you are, how you can't stop drinking, how you can't stop...
then you realise half the glass is already empty as you put it down. whatever it was, you think, it didn't matter. in the first few seconds of bliss all it existed for was to satisfy your thirst. it could have been water, or Coke, or urine. in those first few seconds all you know is liquid. it's always only after you stop that you realise what you haven't been tasting all along.