THE GiRL: you remind me of the waves..
THE BOY: how's that?
THE GiRL: look at the wave...see how it starts out far away and seems really small, soft, and gentle?
THEBOY: yeah?
THE GiRL: that's how it is with you. you're always far away from me. and you always seem so small, so nice, so gentle from a distace. now look at the wave. see how it's getting bigger and bigger.. see how more dangerous it looks?
THE BOY: yeah...?
THE GiRL: it's still you. you slowly find your way to get closer and closer to me. and the closer you get, the more it looks like you're going to hurt me. now see the wave? it crashed onto the shore. did you see it?
THE BOY: yeah, i saw it.
THE GiRL: that's how it always ends up. i'll sit there and see you from a distance and think that you look so nice, so calm.. and then watch you get closer and closer..knowing the closer you get, the more you could hurt me. but i still stand there letting you get closer and closer and closer..and then all of a sudden: there you are. right in front of me. you crash into me, you knock me down. and then you're gone.
THE BOY: but...i'll promise i'll never knock you down again..
THE GiRL: don't even worry about it. i'm not standing on your shore anymore.