for the first time, my level of pouring into someone is reciprocated if not more and I could not be more thankful for this.
I’ve stomached many bodies of loves: inconsistent like streams, limited like ponds and never more than half deep like rivers..
none of which have ever felt like an ocean. Sparks of love, made love, and one sided love. Where was that love of all loves?

now, I am surrounded by beautiful and limitless love, where the quantity of watering me is not govern by the weather of the day. My supply is never shortened. Never withheld. The amount of pouring is boundless, always unveiling like the depths of the ocean. Never yielding. I have reached it. True love. I am blessed to experience you.