She's the ocean, people describe her as color blue. But she is not just one color: she's cyan, and turquoise, navy blue, and white. She's green and blue-green and sometimes brown. She's a spectrum of a lot of colors.

She's the ocean, people describe her tides as low and high, shallow and deep; but she isn't just about the extremes, her range cannot be measured by just how she looks like.

She's the ocean, she can tear you apart and drown you when she's angry; but she can also help you sail to safety.

All these I know because I fell in love with her, but I have a lot to learn. *She's the ocean, a lot of parts still unknown.

Or maybe I'm just desperate to talk to someone.
Hold someone's hand.
Chill beside with.
And maybe plan a future with.

Perhaps the problem is really me.
Going after moments and not thinking of the future.
Giving my all and holding nothing back.
Zoning in on this thing and forgetting reality.

"Five years of friendship, I don't think I have seen you cried."

"I honestly don't remember the last time I cried."

"That's a good thing then?"

"No. My tears are all dried up."

one of these days I'm gonna say something crazy like I like you and you'll do something crazy like stay.