Under their Spell

I think I must be under some kind of spell but it only feels temporary.

I feel myself drowning in them, forgetting who I am other than that feeling of being theirs.

But then something happens. They disappear, and I am at once flung to the surface reminding me of where I am.

I can feel myself getting closer. Treading water with all the strength I need.

Then they come back although this time it is more than just a few breadcrumbs they leave me—more than a life preserver. I thought I had it under control. I thought my legs were firmly underneath me. I thought I would understand the roles we were playing but a promise of forever and a bond stronger than anything I could ever know danced before my eyes.

Do I take the bait? Do I trust in this new thing I do not yet understand? Or is it all too good to be true?

Then I see their face and hear their voice as they come toward me.

If they only knew how little it would take to be so utterly and completely under their spell.