nature, the way swimming is natural to a fish. As a fact, we can never control who and when to love. It is behind our hands, it is a free-flowing, human act. She met someone, and she saw what her soul sought. She fell in love with the way he dresses, the way he talks, the way he thinks. He is too good to be true. But a fish might fall in love with the sky, it would swim up, up, and up. Dreaming it could swim with the stars at night, it leapt to the surface thinking that the sky would bring it to the moon. Apparently, the sky is good for the fish. It has more oxygen. Too much for the fish. She thought that the man would accompany her to the moon.