You’re like a wave washing the shore, brushing my feet slowly, gently, cold, and yet giving me warmth inside. And just like the wave, you soon let go of my feet, leaving me alone and wanting more, slightly drifted toward you. And there you are, back to the ocean, free and magnificent, drifting along with such force you always have in you.
And then you’ll be back again, touching my feet, offering such closeness and pleasure that I know will always be temporary, because you need to go back to the ocean only to come crashing me again.
But I always feel like all this time you’re somebody else’s tide. You’re wild and you soar high when you’re around them. You embrace them, make them dance along with you in the ocean.
All this time, I knew it all. But somehow I seem to forget about it every time you come back to the shore, gleaming under the sun. I know I can leave the shore whenever I want, moving somewhere else, finding a shelter that will protect me forever.
But I don’t. I keep standing there at the shore, waiting for your wave, hoping that someday, you’ll drift me to the center of the ocean, when you can finally become the tide that keeps me there forever.
[HILARIOUS] 