I acknowledge that these are uncharted waters there are risks but I
think there is a way to repair your daughters heart. To repair what was once
thought unrepairable. To mend those that are many. To mend those that
are so precious. To mend those that we wish to hold on to. Those
memories of long, lazy days. And even longer nights together. The ones
we wish that could last forever. The ones we never want to forget. We
made mountains out of molehills. And we made memories out of lazy days.
Those sea creatures could never tear us apart. Now I acknowledge that
these are uncharted waters, scoured by many conquered by none. One day
the sea creatures will grow legs and tell the tales of men as their
own. Tell of the battles raging on for centuries. Claiming the men as the
sea creatures and the sea creatures as the men. This tall tale is all too
short and all too false. For the brave go in but never return. And this
is the circle of love claiming their victims. Unprejudiced, unbiased,
unrelenting, unwilling to let just one live to tell his story. But then
again who would believe him anyways. I acknowledge these are uncharted
waters and there are risks but none greater than the risk you take of
never knowing true love by never venturing into the uncharted waters.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007

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