I think it’s safe to say that if I grow to like you, it’s really only a matter of time before I want to pry my way into your thoughts — discover who you are in secret, know your most frequently visited memories and the holiday that you enjoy the least and what you wanted to be when you were seven-years-old. The desire to always know more will grow so great that I will unapologetically try to dive into the furthest corners of your mind. I will search for understanding the way the moonlight searches for a home on the sea.
Unfortunately, all its beams can do is dance lightly on the waves