My Boat

 He overwhelms me, his love overwhelms me. 

The other day we had an argument. He wanted me to cut off a friend. He said he wasn't jealous and he just hates the guy and thinks I shouldn't be friends with him.

I refused. 

We moved on, or so I thought. 

Maybe he moved on, maybe he will get back to it later. 

But I stood there thinking of the right thing to do. I have always thought of my life as a small boat in a turbulent  sea. I have always looked for company for the journey, someone who can sail, perhaps swim. 

I have always thought of my life as a boat and then he comes and he offers me a shore.

He isn't going to sail my boat. He isn't going to tow my boat to his because his life isn't a boat in a turbulent sea. 

He is an island. 

He is rooted.

His love isn't raw like mine. 

Unlike me he isn't a force of nature.

We had an argument about a friend, and I realized that he offers a shore.

And the question is whether or not I am ready to leave the boat behind. Whether or not I am ready to quit the sea and brave the unknown of the land. 

He overwhelms me, his love is overwhelming and it isn't bad. it is overwhelmingly good.