Reads this in silence thinking of certain moment that has recently occured. Her words make him curious but in the back of his mind it also gives him hope.
The metaphor suits this emotion best. Though it appears calm there is always the under current, while at other times it is blatantly raging and dangerous. So having said that outside of the necessary respect needed to be given...how does one survive this "water"?
She looks at him and smiles wanly, thinking not for the first time how incredibly young he seems sometimes.
Some people try to survive it by staying close to the shore; by never letting themselves get swept away. But trust me, that's no fun.
After you've washed up on the beach once or twice, and had to watch the river go on without you, you'll begin to understand that drowning in love is infinitely better than spending your life sitting dry and secure on the banks.
smiles, hoping she's not sounding like a bad metaphorical poet
You never really know where you're going on this river--or if you even can survive it--until it's too late, until you've been swept in and you've fallen for them. You should be careful up to that point--but after that, good luck.
*grins*
I know, it doesn't sound encouraging. But where would be the fun in life if we knew everything we tried would succeed?
Damar gives a snort in reply, as he tries to hide his emotions though his eyes belie the sadness her words bring as he thinks of Siantira.
Drowning in sorrow because love slipped by or was stolen from you doesn't exactly sound appealing. But your right in that no one can really control the circumstances that surround the experience.
He says with a sigh as his thoughts begin to wander to a certain Bajoran as he rubs the bridge of his nose promptly pushing the confusing thoughts out of his mind. It's not love Esorel your just tired from work and all the business surrounding the camps, nothing more he tells himself though as of late it's becoming hard to convince himself of this.
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The metaphor suits this emotion best. Though it appears calm there is always the under current, while at other times it is blatantly raging and dangerous. So having said that outside of the necessary respect needed to be given...how does one survive this "water"?
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Some people try to survive it by staying close to the shore; by never letting themselves get swept away. But trust me, that's no fun.
After you've washed up on the beach once or twice, and had to watch the river go on without you, you'll begin to understand that drowning in love is infinitely better than spending your life sitting dry and secure on the banks.
smiles, hoping she's not sounding like a bad metaphorical poet
You never really know where you're going on this river--or if you even can survive it--until it's too late, until you've been swept in and you've fallen for them. You should be careful up to that point--but after that, good luck.
*grins*
I know, it doesn't sound encouraging. But where would be the fun in life if we knew everything we tried would succeed?
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Drowning in sorrow because love slipped by or was stolen from you doesn't exactly sound appealing. But your right in that no one can really control the circumstances that surround the experience.
He says with a sigh as his thoughts begin to wander to a certain Bajoran as he rubs the bridge of his nose promptly pushing the confusing thoughts out of his mind. It's not love Esorel your just tired from work and all the business surrounding the camps, nothing more he tells himself though as of late it's becoming hard to convince himself of this.
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