I used to think that i knew you enough. I thought i loved you enough. But everyday, high tides came and hit my face filled with new things about you. Every day spent with you was different. New wonders about you, making me re-think of how much i loved you and how much more i possibly could. So i guess you were an ocean and i couldn’t know you just by the surface.

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