Let me be me, or let me be.

It's not love at first sight, it's having the sight, to distinguish true love, from just mere beauty.

People are like water: Many rush pass you, as some will over-flood. Some will drown you, or force you to go their current ways. Some will be cold or hot-tempered, but try to say with the warm ones. Some will come as a raging wave and cause a ripple, or a calm sea, supporting you, quenching your thirst, and flow by your side to where kisses will always stay wet.

You are not one of them. You are among them. But never one of them.