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.
