Little known fact:
You are my biggest fear.
And that's saying something. I'm scared of a lot of things... all the way from spiders to heights, needles to balloons, and even to that commercial they play in the movie theaters with all of the people clapping and shuffling and such to make a really cool song (the guy on the trashcans at the end is just too much for me.)
Out of all of that, you are the thing which manages to strike the most fear into my heart. Though the sight of you transports my mind to a world of mystery and legend, the second I'm asked to get inside of your seemingly endless body, I get this overwhelming feeling.... as if I am the tiniest speck in the world, just waiting to be squished by something bigger.
Yet, surprisingly.... I don't hate you. You're one of my very favorite things, actually. You act as the perfect setting for photoshoots, simplistic entertainment while on seawall picnics, and a great inspiration when I want to come up with pretty much anything even the least bit imaginative. I have had so many wonderful experiences both inside of you and while sitting a little ways off, staring into the vast horizon which you rest just perfectly beneath. Heck, the tiny little piece of land I call home is completely surrounded by you! I can't help but feel an immense sense of peace and belonging when I study your rippling waves.
Please forgive me for being so frightened. That tends to happen when I really start loving someone.
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