Enamored with the idea of love, that I could not fully rip myself from the prison the feeling convicted me to.
Enamoured with the idea of perseverance, running towards the danger with the constant pull of a bungee in my mind
The thing about that is eventually you will have to snap back and there is limited control. But still, there are only two choices one is to bounce back and reach the platform you jump from; another is for the cord to snap and you fall into the dark or rock bottom…
After all, love has been described as a free fall. Fall into fear, exhilaration, trust, hope…. Arguably the only control you have is the point at which you choose to jump.
But what is control when you are enamored by the idea of love?