It was like… it was like jumping into a lake, but never landing. You just get cold, and keep falling down… down… It eventually turns to slow motion. So slow, that you can hear everything. Feel, see, smell everything. And you live the rest of your life that way. The cold feeling grows warm. You notice everything about them. You notice what they do, what they say, and how. You can tell when they hide something, when they act okay, but they're really terrified. You get protective. You get jealous. You never forget their face, you recall it down to every detail in your sleep. You get so involved with them that you don't have room for anything else.
And when it all ends, it's like getting out of the water. What used to be warm, now surrounded by air, is frigid. And you're falling again. The breeze, the outside world, the return to everything reality makes it so much colder, so much harsher. You're forced to resume normal life, but life without them. They were your normal. And now they are not. And even if you go about your days, weeks, months, like a 'normal' person, nothing is ever really the same.
Because unlike water, they stay with you. You still have the memories, the feelings, everything but them. What used to be beautiful turns bitter, and you find it hard to remember much else about your life at that point. You only remember them, and the important details.
What they look like; Blonde, fair skin, and beautiful blue eyes so deep they look purple.
What their last words to you were; "I thought we loved each other!"
And even though it's your fault, even though you were the one to leave them broken, the feeling remains. The feeling remains, making it almost as if you were the one to be left instead.