I, Sea, You

I was afraid to jump and I wished you were there to make me feel safe instead of someone else. I leaped with terror but with a faint of excitement like how I fell in love with you. I submerged into the deep blue sea, hearing nothing but the sound of my beating heart, like how it felt whenever I kiss your lips. I thought I was drowning, found it hard to breathe, and even tasted water as salty as my tears whenever I miss you. Then I floated, not because I know how to swim, but for the reason that I'm wearing a life jacket. I hope I wore it too before I fell for you, so I can recover right at the moment my heart would stop pumping and sustaining my lonely life, and I'll be saved. But I guess I never did. I forgot. Or maybe I didn't even bother to make use of it because I thought I was brave enough. I survived the scariest jump I took in my whole literal life, but in my figurative world, I'm still stuck in the deep, grasping for air, waiting for your arms to rescue me, which I'm sure will never come. Yet I still hope, even if the stars don't conspire to make us happen. I still try to hold my breath a little longer, praying you'll be here at the last minute before I close my eyes forever.