Rough seas and lifesavers

I feel like I’m drowning, and I know he feels that way too.

We are both clinging to love like it’s the lifesaver that will keep us afloat while we keep drifting into rough seas.

I can’t stop talking at him, trying to somehow get through to him, trying to show him that I care enough to want us to be better- to do better.

I’m pretty sure he just hears my words only for their complaints. Like waves crashing down on him, sinking him deeper and deeper underwater.

He doesn’t hear what is saying, doesn’t understand that, by me wanting things to be better, that I’m saying I truely care about our relationship. I care if it survives.

Stupidly, when I feel this way, in my panic to try and keep from drowning, I start to paddle frantically.

I think he feels like I’m leaving him behind.

Sometimes I don’t even realise I’m doing it right away.

But once I do I immediately paddle right back into the deep waters, hoping that he will still be there, clinging onto that lifesaver.

I hope he knows I love him. Even when the seas are their roughest.

I hope our love can always keep us afloat.