I am just telling that story, my ears were hearing.
At the same time I was thinking.
‘How deep is that love?’
I don’t even know if that remains on the surface, but I think we can at least say that this isn’t a form of love.
If you would ask me at least.
Perhaps it has to do with the tides of the ocean.
It comes and goes.
Like those girls, it is easy for these boys to catch them like that.
Surfing those waves.
I didn’t write it down like this on purpose, but it could be a form of truth.
Not a blame I am putting out there.
It could be the match they are making.