No fear of the depths
You know that feeling when you start to fall in love? The unmistakable winged creatures fluttering in your torso? A breathlessness, a heightened-senses-wide-awakeness while you're kinda drifting off the ground? Is it just me? (Cue Chet Baker singing "I Fall in Love Too Easily") I learned that that other-worldly swoon phase is called "limerence." Sounds like the weird little sing-songy, often risque limerick-- there was an old man from Nantucket , always Nantucket. lol But limerence is like the crumb-littered path to real love, the rose petal pathway, the cartoon pie scent carrying the wolf (always a wolf) to the window sill where an apple pie cooled, wafting its cinnamon scent out into the wild. In this metaphor, the apple pie would be love...I think I could get behind that. But we'll save me eating my feelings for another day. Limerence is that dive into the soothing cool pools on a scalding day, where the heat is shucked away as the body glides in the buoy
