I don't know how he lives with all that pressure. The water is like 100 elephants standing on your head, and yet he swims freely. He is effortless. I've seen him motor through the ocean. It's a ballet. It's breathtaking. I don't think there's anyone who walks on Earth who could be as elegant as he is in the sea. But he hungers for something more. He wants to feel the pressure of suffocation. He wants to walk on the earth. He wants to live the life of a human being. I don't know why he wants this curse because under the water he is a God. I can only imagine that he likes the challenge of it. He is bored. His father and his father's father and his father's father's grandfather have been living this life like a carbon copy for thousands of years. And for some reason he wants to break the pattern. He contacted me through social media, and it was clear I was talking to somebody who was not a native speaker. In fact he wasn't a speaker at all. He knew no English. He knew no human languages. But somehow he managed to tell me that I was beautiful and that I reminded him of black coral. I said there is no black coral. He said that's exactly right. And there's no one else like you. Well like any girl, I love to be sweet talked and there's no one better at it than he. He has a honey tongue. He is willing to do the things you're supposed to do when you want to woo a woman. He took me on dates. We saw movies. We ate lunch in the park. He took me to the zoo but that was short-lived. There were too many who were jealous of him. They glared at him through the bars of their cages. And so we went back to my car, and I drove him to a cabin. We traveled as far away from the sea as we could be. That's what he wanted. We had a picnic. He sliced gorgonzola and made me French cocktails. He loved to find the center of the curls in my hair. You can't know what it's like to have that many hands touching you unless you've been with him and only him. He read poetry to me, in French and Italian and German and his own language. He didn’t know how to read but he found a way. And I knew what he was saying with every umlaut and accent aigu. But it was when he expressed himself in his own tongue that I realized we were deep in love, as deep as the ocean animals swimming at the bottom of the sea. I leaned into him, and he wrapped me in all of his arms. I was his human love, the only love he had ever known on Earth or even in heaven.