Love is a luxury.
To be loved.
To give love.
When I surf I'm in love.
I'm in love when I surf.
I know it because I feel it.
I feel loved when I'm riding a wave.
I know I'm loved because there is an ocean.
The ocean is loved because it gives me love.
the ocean is a gift.
God gave this to me.
God knew that one day I would slowly pick at the wrapping paper and then rip it all off at once.
He knew that the gift he gave me was perfect.
God knew I would smile and give thanks the rest of my life for it.
When I surf you'll see it.
You will see all the tears I've never cried.
All the battles I've never fought.
I want you to believe that I'm in love.
See that I'm in love.
That the two of us belong together for the rest of our lives.
For every tear I drop a new one will take its place.
The ocean will take its place.
It bleeds like I bleed.
Pure and precious and of course with good intentions.
The ocean gives me warmth when I am cold.
God gave me warmth when I'm cold.
Hate is the absence of love.
To receive hate.
Hate is what never was.
It's the difference of love.