In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.”

~ Hans Nouwens

I will follow you to the ends of the earth…
Or the end of the fishing pier, whichever is shorter.
Look at all those broken shells on the beach,
I might cut my foot.
Flip-flops?
I hate how they feel between my toes, it’s icky.
If I wear Crocs then I get all that sand in my shoe.
So unpleasant…
You expect me to swim? I don’t think so!
Isn’t there a boat or something I can sail in?
There’s all sorts of nasties in that water.
Seaweed, crabs, jellyfish, sharks,
Sea slugs… those are so gross!
I will need Dramamine, I get seasick.
Can we do this after November?
You know, once hurricane season is over?
Spring would be good, but not during school break,
All those college guys, very distracting.
Where are you going?