Water

Outside, I'm freezing, but inside, I'm in a hot bath called love (I can't believe I just said that). But really. Love is like water—a pretty common metaphor.

Love flows. It can warm you up or cool you down. It rains—and reigns—over you, sometimes threatening a perfect day, but it brings rainbows and pops out flowers (so corny but true). And when I say that love threatens a perfect day, as rain, I mean that love isn't all about sunshine. It's about striving for the next sunny day. It's planning ahead to avoid downpours and learning how to find shelter in a storm.

Then there's this side of love that's soft and never threatening, and so, even then, it's like water. It's an ocean; powerful and vast, sometimes spraying mist into your face to remind you that you're not dreaming. I still feel like I'm swimming through this dream with you and to you.

You wash over me and soak into my skin—into my heart. Love is like water and we can't live without it. I love you.