Like Sands Through An Hour Glass…
There are times I think I can’t do this.
I used to say that maybe it was me. I meant it. But what I meant more was, prove me wrong. Be the one. The one that changes everything.
He’s the one. He has changed everything. And I still have times I think I can’t do this. It really is me.
And yet…I know that I will. In part because I know he can read that and understand. He knows me better than anyone in the world, he knows that too.
Today was one of those days. Such silly shit. Chores and money, time tables and to-do lists. What to have for dinner. When to take a nap. How long to study.
But then, I’m taking a break watching TV and he’s already in bed and at the end of the show, I have to go to him. I have to. I would feel empty otherwise.
We giggle and stroke, sigh and climax. He calls me perfect, forgetting that he once told me I could never be perfect (no one could), but that I was perfect for him.
It is these times that I think, how can anyone not do this?
this simultaneously makes me a little sick (you know, in the good way), makes me sad, and gives me hope.
it’s good to be happy.