It felt heavy and hard. Suffocating.
It pressed down hard on me, not allowing me to escape. I was its unwilling prisoner. I had fought so long and hard to avoid it. But it had finally caught up to me. It clung to me hard not wanting to let me go.
How had I let it get to this? How had I become so weak?
One minute I was walking down the street and the next thing I knew I was caught in its web. No escape.
It had struck with such force that I was now spellbound. My limbs under its control, my mind no longer my own.
It felt strange, foreign. I didn’t feel comfortable. I wanted it to stop. I had never felt this way before. I thought I had, once before. Way back in the day, before the once upon a time.
But it was different then, it wasn’t the same as this. This was indescribable. Unique. Strange.
Why wouldn’t it stop. Why wouldn’t it leave me alone?
Why me? I didn’t want this, never asked for it.
I was happy just getting by. I was happy by myself. Happy lost in my own world. I never asked for anyone else. Never needed anyone else.
This felt wrong. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t myself anymore.
I wanted it to go. To leave me alone. Go back to the way it was. The way it was before this.
Before love came along and claimed me as it’s own.