I feel like I crossed oceans for you.
And I feel like instead of even crossing puddles for me you've been splashing me with the water in the gutter and telling me that it's raining, because you know that the rain captivates me and you're sorry that you got my hair wet.
I feel like I crossed oceans for you and soaked my soul in my desire for you and you couldn't even step across a puddle for me, even though it was only inches deep.