Dating is fluid like the tide. It forcefully washes in only to jerk back out again. It knocks you over. It drags you down. It sucks. You think he likes you, you think you have the upper hand. Then he pulls back drifting into the sea, where you know there are a million F-ing fish, but you’re not an F-ing fisherman. You wanted that one.
Damn All the Fish.
Note: This is the only time I will say something derogatory about sea creatures on this blog unless I happen to get bit by a moray eel or something along those lines.
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