"There are other fish in the sea."

My mom used to say, every time I was rejected or dumped.

She always told me to not set all my mind power on

One girl.

But what if that was the catch of a lifetime?

I'm sick of bragging that "I caught a fish this big."

I want the big catch, the shiny salmon measuring five feet long.

I don't want to move to a different fishing hole.

The one I have is still warm

And my initials are carved in the stool in which I sit.

I want to re-bait the hook and try again.

I want to cast my line once more every time until I catch that fish.

I want to reel it in and see her on the end, staring at me with pride.

I want to hold her in my arms and feel the warmth of her,

And know I finally found the fish in the sea my mother always talked about.

I want you.

6/9/2002

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