Ok, universe, I hear you.
The universe is about as subtle as a brick, y'know?
Woke up with a huge hangover (which I really earned, I mean 2 bottles of wine in 50 minutes? Thing is...yesterday would have been two years, if things were different, if we didn't really need this time apart to figure ourselves out, and to find out if we can do more for each other than just love one another...I always thought love was enough, but I'm ashamed to learn it's not true. Not ashamed by learning, just ashamed that I didn't get it sooner. How could I think that feeling an emotion would make me able to do right by the person I felt it for, unassisted?).
Washed the hell out of my eyes, got myself assembled, made it to the train and ran into a friend's mother who was headed the same way, we rode together and she told me she'd been told I was moving away and that it was something I did often...never staying any one place for more than a year.
Then a lady got on the train who was having a loud phone conversation with her mother about how her mom really should separate from her husband, that sometimes you just need to end things and move on if you're ever going to heal.
Then the friend's mom talks about boundaries in relationships, and how it can be hard to do your own thing and let someone else do theirs, no matter what you want for them, or yourself, but that it's the right thing to do.
Then she gets off at her stop and I get 20 more minutes before work to know the universe is subtle like a brick.
Woke up with a huge hangover (which I really earned, I mean 2 bottles of wine in 50 minutes? Thing is...yesterday would have been two years, if things were different, if we didn't really need this time apart to figure ourselves out, and to find out if we can do more for each other than just love one another...I always thought love was enough, but I'm ashamed to learn it's not true. Not ashamed by learning, just ashamed that I didn't get it sooner. How could I think that feeling an emotion would make me able to do right by the person I felt it for, unassisted?).
Washed the hell out of my eyes, got myself assembled, made it to the train and ran into a friend's mother who was headed the same way, we rode together and she told me she'd been told I was moving away and that it was something I did often...never staying any one place for more than a year.
Then a lady got on the train who was having a loud phone conversation with her mother about how her mom really should separate from her husband, that sometimes you just need to end things and move on if you're ever going to heal.
Then the friend's mom talks about boundaries in relationships, and how it can be hard to do your own thing and let someone else do theirs, no matter what you want for them, or yourself, but that it's the right thing to do.
Then she gets off at her stop and I get 20 more minutes before work to know the universe is subtle like a brick.