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You have always told me that loving me is like loving the ocean. It is a beautiful thought, but I want you to promise me something that never let this love drag you into the dark and suffocate you. If there ever comes a day when you feel lost in the wildness of my waves, please do not be afraid to turn back.
Just because you are deeply in love with the ocean, it does not mean you are meant to drown in it.
If my depths ever become too heavy and you find yourself struggling to breathe, the courage you show to leave me will perhaps be the greatest, most important decision of your life. When you swim away, I will never misunderstand it. I will know that your departure is not a sign that your love for me has faded, but simply that you needed to survive. You are leaving to find yourself again.
I know the journey back will not be easy. Every time you try to swim toward the shore, the heavy waves of my memories will crash into you, trying to pull you back into my depths. You will look ahead and see that a whole ocean still lies between you and the safety of the shore. But you must keep swimming. You must not look back.
Because no matter how much I want you, I could never stand to watch you dissolve into my love. I would much rather watch you standing safely on the shore, breathing freely and simply being yourself, than see you lose who you are just to be mine.
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You have always told me that loving me is like loving the ocean. It is a beautiful thought, but I want you to promise me something that never let this love drag you into the dark and suffocate you. If there ever comes a day when you feel lost in the wildness of my waves, please do not be afraid to turn back.
Just because you are deeply in love with the ocean, it does not mean you are meant to drown in it.
If my depths ever become too heavy and you find yourself struggling to breathe, the courage you show to leave me will perhaps be the greatest, most important decision of your life. When you swim away, I will never misunderstand it. I will know that your departure is not a sign that your love for me has faded, but simply that you needed to survive. You are leaving to find yourself again.
I know the journey back will not be easy. Every time you try to swim toward the shore, the heavy waves of my memories will crash into you, trying to pull you back into my depths. You will look ahead and see that a whole ocean still lies between you and the safety of the shore. But you must keep swimming. You must not look back.
Because no matter how much I want you, I could never stand to watch you dissolve into my love. I would much rather watch you standing safely on the shore, breathing freely and simply being yourself, than see you lose who you are just to be mine.
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