Eleven fifty of the twenty-third of eleven

I believe that love

is understanding and knowing a person’s set of waves.

And instead of fearing them

You let them crash

You let the waves take your breath away

Because you know it’s what they’re made of.

The harder it hits, the truer it is

And while you’re taken away

you don’t feel lost

Instead you feel safe

and that you’ve found

where you can crash your own waves to.

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