"I love the ocean, I fear the ocean, and I know there’s always a little risk whenever you leave the shore." I *respect* the ocean. It's a wonderful place to be. Neither one of you has a grip on the other, yet it would be effortless to allow total consumption. Totally wary or all wet? That's how I feel about love, as well. It is so easy to get lost in love, so easy to swim beyond the reach, out of sight of the shore. Having been lost in love before, totally immersed and far far away from dry land, I too realize the spiraling heights as well as the plummeting depths realized during love's hold on my senses.
I've been away from the ocean as well as away from love. I guess working in tandem suits me these days. However, I have not lost my deep and admiring respect for both. I also realize this respect that I feel will cause me to wade in the shallow end, along the beach, when I first re-encounter either. I respect the pull, the attraction, that my memory provides from former dives into the arms of the deep and boundless sea known as love. I also recall the need for a connection, a line to safety, if you will. Respect is a great guide. It doesn't keep me from diving into the deep blue; it does remind me that I need to remember to be cautious first.
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