She said, "My love for him is like...before I was swimming underwater doing fine, but then I had a breath of air and the oxygen lingered in my lungs. It was tangible and new. But as soon as it appeared it was wasted by circulation. And now I need another breath of air, another kind word from him, a glance, a touch, to keep me going. Before I was fine, but now, without oxygen, I'm slipping through the water. I'm learning how to drown. And I'm so afraid of the dark that waits to swallow me whole."