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November 19, 2010
The night was cold, but the pool was heated. Tendrils of steam spiraled up from the water, twisting around each other like the souls of dead lovers and braiding themselves into our hair.

I close my eyes and slip under the surface. This is what love must feel like. Warm. Silky. Waves gently pushing and pulling. The comforting exclusion of the outside world.

That deadly ache in your lungs, telling you to breathe. Just breathe. Breathe, god damn you! You'll die if you don't!

You'll die if you do. Because once love pulls you under, you are lost for good.