To like, to love; no in between.

To like and to love is separated by international waters; one couldn’t possibly mistake one for the other. And still, we find ourselves floating in our lonely boat in deep water, and yet, no matter how much we wish to wash up on the shores of love if the wind does not blow, then, well, the wind does not blow. Your sails atop your lonely boat remain empty – no matter how much you curse at the wind, you cannot such turbulent forces to blow in your favour.

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