My vision was no longer clouded and I saw what I’d become. I’d let inspiration become obsession. Tunnel vision had hindered all progress. I was so fixated on you, I got stuck.
Love is a marathon. I’ve never been a distance runner, my lungs implode and the acid in my mouth threatens to dissolve my insides. Lust is a sprint. I’ve never been good at those either, but why prolong the pain?
Newton’s first law of motion states that ‘An object in motion stays in motion …unless acted upon by an unbalanced force.’ I’m stuck in the inertia of loving you.