Love was like a Ferris wheel, always revolving. Sure, there were good views, the odd adrenaline rush, even some pleasantness in the spinning, but ultimately it just made you sick. Trapped, I revolved on that fairground ride for the longest time, pinned in place by metal restraints. When all I wished was to hook a duck, instead, I spun around in circles. Fate, what could you do? I wasn’t even brave enough to jump.