August 1, 2016
You've always had your own way with words. You told me that we felt like the beginning of summer, when you're trying to decide whether to jump into the pool or not. You said it was because you know it will be cold and uncomfortable and strange, but you want to, because you know you'll enjoy it and you'll get used to it and you'll relax. You told me that lately, it's felt like I've pushed you in.
I'm the one for metaphors. I liked that you tried for me.
But you're in pools and I'm in oceans.
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