The ocean is beautiful, but also scary. If you go out too deep, things can get messy. I think that's why he kept me near land.

I somehow coerced him onto the sandbar. However, neither of us went too deep. The deep is scary. I guess we both knew that which is why we never let each other swim too far. We're scared to be hurt or watch the other get hurt. We're fine when we're waist deep on the sandbar looking at the colorful fish swim by, but we didn't let each other venture past the sandbar.

We knew there were sharks out there, waiting for the first person to dive in without thinking. We saw them swim by every so often though. They would pop up and quickly dive back beneath the water. Back to the deep. When they came up, he was scared, but he tried to laugh it off. I think it was his way of dealing with the anxiety the sharks give him. I was scared, but never to the extent he was.

I think I saw more in him than he saw in himself and maybe more than he saw in me. I knew that if the shark was to face us, try to attack us, I would have his back. I always thought he would have mine as well. Maybe I didn't tell him enough for him to know that there was no reason to be afraid. I was there, I would never let anything harm him. Maybe I was just naive for thinking he had the capacity to carry me when he was so scared himself. Either way, we stayed on the sandbar, never delving too deep.

I guess it was comfortable because we learned to deal with the fish there. Time passed though and I wanted to go deeper. He was terrified of the sharks and tried to talk me out of swimming. I'm content for now because he is here. I just have to let him know more often that I am always here, too.