He's kind of like water. Much like the taste of water, there isn't one adjective that could correctly sum him up. He's the ocean when the wind blows and the water ripples and you can't see your reflection anymore. He's water when it's humid and there's nothing, or in this case no one that would make you happier at that moment. He's the raindrops that slide depressingly down your window when you're in the car- forcing you to watch as the slow droplets trickle and increase your sadness. He's the tears that blur your vision and break your strength. He's water because I need him. There's only one thing him and water don't have in common... Water can't be broken.... But he is. {{warning, may be triggering to some. Thank you all and I hope you enjoy☺️}}
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