Wednesday, December 23, 2009



"Maybe, I am mistaken, but I view significant others like huge bodies of water. You were an ocean with frigid water. I remember how I allowed my feet sink into the sand, as I waited for the tide to come and hug my ankles. Slowly, I would walk towards you. Unfortunately, I couldn't handle the cold. I was only able to reach you up to my knees, before a wave came crashing towards me. How I would prefer, now, to dive head first. As it is now, though, I am relegated to walk along the tide. Someday, I hope to have the courage to dive head first into the ocean and find you."