That is why I love you. You’re like the sea. A temptation. An overwhelming feeling that pulls me in, just to feel you against my skin. No matter how many times I walk along that beach, it still pulls me in, I have to have it against my skin. It’s a temptation I cannot and will not hold back from. You are my sea, and I am addicted to drowning in you. When I fell in love with you, I went in feet first and I never want to come back up for air.
Love is not a word or an idea or even a place to go to or a thing to strive for. It is not something to grasp and smother and mold and change. It cannot be orchestrated, played, controlled or manipulated. You can not cup it tenderly in your open hand or wish it into being through fervent prayer.