Love is like walking on a plank in the ocean to an oasis

Its one of those shaky times, every little word, every little move, every little gesture, every little word unsaid has meaning. It has the power to make or break who you are.

In love nothing is easy. As is the rush of feeing when all is well, the intensity of all you have to loose is horrifying, paralysing. You crave for the lust, the passion, the effection and the adoration. Only time will tell of the outcome.

So he's on the other side of the world. One minute he can't get enough of me. The other too preoccupied in his own to care. Leaving me wondering, leaving me with tears.

Love is like walking across a plank in the ocean to an oasis. So much to gain, yet so much to loose.