One day, I was sitting on the rocks by the ocean in the cove.
I was angry.
I was depressed.
I was insane.
So I stood up.
And jumped in the water.
I knew I couldn’t swim.
So I drowned.
And I was glad.
Why?
What was happening to me?
I didn’t care.
As long as it was over soon.
And then I gave up.
I screamed for help.
Maybe it was because I felt a vaguely familiar feeling when I saw that penguin, standing at the cove.
What was it?
I hadn’t felt it for what seemed like centuries.
I knew.
It was love.