Is love a choice?
Is my desire to be breathless every time I look at him an immature fantasy? Is it worth the trade of a stable, secure relationship?
“Suddenly i”m in
Over my head
And I can hardly breathe
Suddenly I’m floating
Over her bed
And I feel everything
Suddenly I know
Exactly what I did
But I cannot move a thing
Suddenly I know
Exactly what ive done
And what it’s gonna mean to me…”
This brought tears to my eyes…to feel that loss of control because you have stepped over the edge of a passion you weren’t expecting. I want that, but at what cost?
