When you're young, not much matters. When you find something that you care about, that's all you got. When you go to sleep at night you dream of surfing. When you wake up, it's the same thing, it's there in your face. Surfing is what I love, take that away from me, and I really got nothing.
We fought, holy shit we fought but damn, we loved. We loved more than anything; I think that makes all the fighting okay; we fought because we cared. Our arguments were filled with passion and this strange fucked-up way of saying ‘I love you.’