In full bloom

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He's made of fire- thousands of constellations, whereas she's made of water- the type to drown in her own oceans when the tide rises too far. Conflicting, for fire & water simply do not work. A man capable of putting light in to whatever he desires, should not have to settle for a girl who can only drown in an abyss of dark water every passing night. 

  But you did. 

Not only did you settle, but you somehow lit me up, you helped me breathe. You showed me my tides. You pulled them back far enough to let me breathe on the nights that the moon was too close for comfort, and you pulled them forward- allowed me to grow, on the days that I was shining as brightly as you do.