Unchecked ramblings of the insomniac I currently am.

He told me he loved me like a jellyfish, never changing or growing; never ageing or getting one step closer to death- Biologically unchangeable. His love would only die if something killed it, it was a strange analogy, one of which the ending can only have been aimed at me. "The something that killed it part" I mean.  Thoughtful I suppose, it meant more to me when he told me, it showed me he really knew me. He knew I wasn't a doves and rose petal type of girl. I guess I shouldn't have  been so quick to dismiss it.