She was the ocean
She swelled and broke, and when she swelled, she was grinning ear to ear, and twirling around, and laughing and singing, and when she broke, she was sobbing, wailing, curled into a ball so tightly that it seemed she’d never move from there again
She tugged me forward and pushed me back, and when she tugged me forward it was happily, into tights hugs, into small pecks on my cheek or mouth, to twirl around with me in a small waltz, and when she pushed me back, she was sobbing, her past was too much, the pain was too much, and she kept pushing to make sure I stayed far away enough
She was deeper than the ocean. Her thoughts went deeper than the deepest part of the ocean, deeper than I had ever known. She thought things deeper than I had ever begun to think about, she thought about life, death, love, nature, beauty, and things I would never think about
She expanded my horizon, like the ocean. In the city, when you looked at the sunset, the buildings all blocked out the beautiful sunset, and the entire horizon. But, at the ocean, you saw the entire horizon, and you saw the sun disappear behind the earth, and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.
She is the ocean
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