When you are with me I am safe. When I am with you I am home. These are our harbours.

We spend so long apart, so long sailing between the two and I have become used to the open ocean.

The sea is changeable.

I get it.

I am too.

I know that your sea legs are weary and long for more stable ground. You want a harbour to drop anchors and build a less transitional home.

I get it.

I love you too.

But I am so used to being unmoored that I can’t make promises. When you are with me I am safe. And when I am with you I am home. But there is whole ocean and she whispers to me; ‘A ship in the harbour is safe. But that’s not what ships are built for.’

via Daily Prompt: Unmoored