All that talk about being with someone who loves you more, I don’t buy it.
It may seem practical, it may make sense. But my love is limitless. And my heart, despite its fearful nature, has risen after every knock, as if the only thing it has ever learned is how to be braver.
It has its moments. It could be hardened. It could wall itself in. But it doesn’t.
For all its dark and vast complexities, for the murky depths of all that’s undefined, distorted, and buried deep, it continues to try to reach outward and do what it was created to do.
It’s not something to take or leave, it’s just is. My gift to you. I want nothing in return. And it’s as good and as ridiculous as saying, “I give you this ocean,” but there we have it.
Voila. It’s yours.