I know you love him and you can’t stop thinking about him.
I know you think he’s made of atoms that were once stardust and ocean waves
but so are you.
He wanted bright blue skies but you have always been a storm.
Not everyone knows how to survive a storm.
Someone once told me that everybody I love is sixty percent water.
He’s sixty percent water and you’re a sea storm.
Maybe that’s why you feel at home when his body touches yours.
The truest form of love is how you behave toward someone, not how you feel about them.