Is this just some sick experiment you've set up for yourself? You know I don't believe it when you go, but sometimes even my faith can be stirred. I want to be here, want to be her, and I think you want that too. Maybe we both get tired sometimes. Maybe I'll just slip underneath these waves for a while. Let me know when it's safe to resurface. Then you can taste the salt of the sea on my lips, and we'll forget these currents currents ever pulled at us.
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