"Our love is that of a constant Tug-O-War crashing against tidal waves and you were my sea. I wish I could stay firm and proud, toes embedded amongst coral reef and oyster shells, but as I walk towards shore, I want you to know that I still love the ocean. I would playback the moments where I would be floating atop your horizon with the Sun juxtaposed against us, and nobody has ever worn blue as good as you.
We're older now. We're ready to face the world. Maybe sometimes I kind of wished that it was you and I against it, but that’s a tale for another day. No matter what though, I know you’re going to keep going. It gets heavy at times with empty rustling beating rhythms of a mechanical fault, but: you are the sea, you are the ocean, you are a body of water. And I am human, and I am made up of 70% water, and you fill me up."
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