Water from bottles, love from wells.

When you’re in love everything seems brighter. The red on the bulletin board in front of me is richer, the flower in the woman’s hair next to me is screaming with intricate details, and the thought of tasting the water floating around my water bottle on the other side of me is so enticing that I cannot look at the screen as I type but rather the thought of the clear liquid I am about to chug as soon as punctuation is inserted at the end of this sentence.
Just as I thought, very quenching and as if it could get any better, it seems everlasting. Though I continue to take sip after sip, the bottle is not getting empty. That is how love feels at the beginning. You are completely captivated because you think that it will never fade, that the water you are drinking will never run dry because it was derived from an enchanted well.

But somewhere along the line, the water line goes down. The water isn’t as clear and the particles floating around make it apparent that you should have dumped it out along time ago. But the thing is, when you have something that you want so bad, how do you realize it is gone? The water has run dry and though you have cotton mouth, you cannot figure out why the empty bottle in your left hand isn’t delivering the same outcome as it once was. When do you decide to throw the bottle away? When do you decide to get a new one? Or when do you decide to clean it out, let it dry, and fill it up with something better, something more filling and appeasing to your taste buds? When is enough actually enough? And when is enough no longer enough? These questions, however simple they are, keep me guessing. These questions keep me moving from one day to the next because though I may not necessarily want to know the answer, I like the idea that I do not know everything. I do not have all of the answers, but with each day that I choose to live, I am closer to figuring out more of myself. So even though the water is no longer here and the love I thought was unbreakable has left my heart, I still believe that the problems that vanished before solutions could be applied still have answers. Even if they are transparent ghost-like answers, they still exist.