A/N: Howdy, friends! I figured that since ExceedinglyPeculiarChick deemed Leyna canon, then I might as well take advantage of that. Enjoy!
You are the rock
Solid, strong, smart.
Always there, never wavering or falling back.
Wise. An old soul, perhaps.
But you are so much more than can be described with a symbol of nature.
You are amusing—
Comic relief.
You are resourceful—
A toolbox for your time.
You are—as you say—good with machines.
Tools.
Engines and gears.
Not people. No, never people.
If you were, then you would've seen her for what she truly is.
She is the water.
Fearsome, fiery, passionate.
A leader of the ages.
Who are you to think that you could ever amount to her?
She never stops moving, not for a second.
And if she does, then she gets right back up and moves along.
She would never stop just for you, but for her people.
They need her more than she needs them.
You need her more than she needs you.
So, then, do the math:
She won't wait up for your scrawny body.
You may be good with objects, but she…
She is more than an object.
And you cannot possibly comprehend her.
You are the rock.
Strong, solid, smart.
She is the water.
Fearsome, fiery, passionate.
Now, tell me, boy—
If life is a river,
And you are the rock,
And she is the water,
What must eventually happen?
The roaring, rushing water,
Beats against the rock,
Slowly wearing it down.
Killing it more and more with every heartbeat.
Erosion happens.
And the rock is worn down to a handful of sand
That someday one girl will pick up off the riverbank,
And proclaim you as nothing.
Because that is what you will be,
If you are the rock,
And she is the water.
You die.
With
Every
Heartbeat.