Am I selfish for wishing you would learn to tether yourself to me instead?
If waves were miles and each break an hour, we could pretend to know math and call it science, based on sands that have pulled us closer and this collision of horizon I childishly wish would be you and I.
I promise to keep you together much better than she ever did--
- To not be broken about it, and to teach you that making someone love you isn't your "fault".
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This is not my place, however, and I am just waiting for history to reset.