Falling in love feels a lot like drowning. You notice yourself falling deeper and you look around trying to find something to hold onto, to save yourself. You start to panic wondering what will happen, how you will make it out alive if you don’t find something to grasp soon. You’re losing yourself and it’s the scariest thing you’ve ever experienced.
If you’re lucky a hand reaches down and pulls you to shore, to the destination you’ve only dreamt of reaching.
Sometimes the person you jumped in after just watches you struggle to breathe until you finally are able to fling yourself back onto dry land, but not unchanged.
There is no way of knowing how the water will feel unless you jump. You can’t ever learn to swim without taking the risk. All you can do is close your eyes, reach out your hand, and hope for the best.