Why is it that the people I fall the most in love with are fictional? Why do I find myself falling this hard if they never can or will be here for me. I mean they are just another character from a book right. It feels like drowning, I can see the top of the water, I can see a hand reaching out to save me. I feel so close but the hand is still so far out of reach. As soon as I finally am close enough to grab the hand I feel my body being pulled down to the floor of the ocean. My lungs crave the air just as my skin craves their touch. Just like when drowning I realize there might be no hope. I realize I'm stuck. I'm anchored to the floor of the ocean. Anchored to the reality I face everyday of falling in love with a character from a book, and I can not escape it. I'm trapped.
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