Love is like fishing.
the ocean is full of fish.
you sit there in your flimsy inner tube.
your toes dipped in.
your line out.
avoiding the sharks.
throwing back the fish that don't meet your expectations.
you sit there.
hour after hour.
fixing your broken line every once in a while.
replacing a hook every now and then.
until YOUR perfect fish swims along.
and you are satisfied.
here i sit.
I'm in my inner tube.
and i think i finally got a bite.
