Daring me

He had always thought that George had the most beautiful smile, the way he felt about the ocean was almost the way he felt about george. The ocean was beautiful, and he could gaze upon it from afar or dip his feet in the water. By the shore, he was safe. But any deeper and it felt unpredictable. He could flirt with George and hold him even. But he would never know how George felt about him until he asked, asking.... It felt like drowning, even just the thought made him worry. George called for him, like the ocean, the ocean seemed inviting. Like george. But dream knew it was unpredictable. So he never asked or questioned. He looked back to the version of George his mind had created. He seemed the same as regular george. Sweet and inviting. This was a dream, George would never know what happens in here, he thought.