A wave is a wave
I guess I’ve known for a while that I would never be in love with him again. But I could never articulate a reason; could never come up with the language to express why.
And today, very suddenly, I knew.
At the end of the day, while I may deeply respect (and to some extent, idolize) those with their heads in lofty ideas, those struggling to define and relate to the world around them, I’m ultimately rooted in a more tangible life. For me, not everything has to mean something.
Maybe this makes me boring, but when I am surrounded by something that awes me, I don’t spend time connecting it with life, the universe, and everything. I see it and relate to it, and then we simply collide.
Because to me, a wave is a wave.
