I wanted to turn off the lights and cover your eyes with my hands and ask you if you were scared, not of the dark but of me. I wanted more then anything, you to never ask me what I was about to ask you, because no was only an answer I wish I could give.
but really, we’ll be ok. Our world is infinite, isnt it? My God has been your God, and the sea that ran its hands along your spine is the same sea that covered me when I was young
