Waters on the rise.
This could either be another denial of sorts, or a rite of passage that distorts.
Three months is a considerable amount of time to give it more than just a broad overview, and speaks volumes about what it can or can no longer do.
It may be a mere flash in the pan, designed to hold back that dash of triumph long coming into plan.
It may drown you under the bright white February moonlight, where dancing stars shower on you with all their might.
It may even twirl you around in a lovely waltz, finishing neatly with a leaping somersault.
But you know it has become a mistake when things no longer feel right, affirming the doubts that previously lingered at first sight.
Love will lead us all to smithereens.