A strange feeling whirled itself throughout me the other day. It planted itself into the wedges of every emotive structure, every cell, and every neuronal feature in this body's domain. The sinking and pulling of an oceanic cataclysm swelled and burst, like flood gates too weak to contain the contents inside. A sense of hopelessness, an all too familiar loss of control, and an altogether seeping of vitality of unpleasantry usurped the powerful lusting of this soul. Never again, I swore, almost a year and a half ago, and it was meant to stick. So, naturally, I withdrew from the one who made me feel this way. You move me. But you terrify me.