Q

Once upon a time without you, I would have said ‘You are my rock‘ and thought that was enough.

But it is not a rock I want to have and to hold, a shape defined and immutable. I want an ocean – to be buoyed, to be brought places; to be engulfed and drowned; to be shown depths and to know the unknown.

To immerse myself, whole; to be one with; to plunge into ice cold water, to every second be reminded that I am so alive.

To move as you do, yet know where I am, always (with you, in you). The gentle waves the passionate tides. The always new to know of you. The endlessness of you, the borderless of us, the bridge to some horizon.

You are my ocean.