Real love is like the ocean. It’s always there. The ocean my claim the life of a loved one and tear you apart, making you angry and hurt. It may part it’s waves and present you with a beautiful sandbar, giving you peace and enjoyment. You may even run away from it, but once the grains of sand get in your shoes, you will inevitably return. The ocean doesn’t have any intention toward you. It’s just there and you can’t get rid of it no matter how hard you try.
And so it is with real love. It’s always there. It may hurt and disappoint you. It may make your heart sing. You may even run away from it, but once it’s grains imbed themselves in your heart, you will inevitably return. Real love doesn’t have any intention toward you. It’s just there and you can’t get rid of it no matter how hard you try.
You can stand in the middle of both – real love and the ocean alike, and kick and scream and splash all you want, and when you’re totally spent, both will still be there.
And so, as another day goes by, I have walked along the shores of real love, and…I have written.
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