It was probably around 3 AM, after a few too many fish sticks. We were swimming in the depths of the ocean, chasing after the tastiest of sardines, when we realized our love had turned into something a little more... complicated.
Our love was like a tangled ball of seaweed - hard to untangle, but impossible to let go of. We were stuck in a never-ending loop of "I'll get the fish, I'll get the fish", until we both ended up with our fins crossed over a particularly succulent catch.