Falling for her feels like treading water in steel toe boots. I’m kicking my feet, fighting like hell to keep my head above water, but the harder I fight and kick and tread the faster I fall below her surface. I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of her. I want to drown in a sea of her.
By Cole Schafer.
P.S. One day these one-minute writings will be a big book called “One Minute, Please.” Can I let you know when that day comes? You can say yes, here.
