in which...
'Write more,' she said. 'I love to read what you write.'
Easier said than done, it seems.
But you asked. So here it is.
She and I joked and spoke briefly but seriously about marriage. We spent a total of one night together during our entire 'relationship,' but I was ready and willing to toss it all in the wind and see where we ended up. I'm admittedly a romantic at heart. I like to try and convince myself that she got scared or something - backed out out of fear, maybe - but the truth is that we're grown up. We are both mature adults (unfortunately) and live in the really real world (unfortunately), so it seems that I have to admit that I was the one living some kind of pipe dream. Our lives intersected - briefly - and it's clear that our trajectories are taking us to different parts of the galaxy. The gravity ('gravitas' = latin for truth) that brought us together wasn't strong enough to keep us together. And that damn grown-up guy who slyly took over my life when I wasn't looking has pointed out that there's no one to blame. There's no reason to lament what happened. We are all stones, skipping across the water's surface. Every time we connect, it propels us forward - taking us closer to where we're meant to be.
And now here's a line from a song I heard the other day, which somehow connects to what I'm trying to relay here, but I don't remember the title or artist:
'and I've been looking around for someone to tell me who I am.'
Easier said than done, it seems.
But you asked. So here it is.
She and I joked and spoke briefly but seriously about marriage. We spent a total of one night together during our entire 'relationship,' but I was ready and willing to toss it all in the wind and see where we ended up. I'm admittedly a romantic at heart. I like to try and convince myself that she got scared or something - backed out out of fear, maybe - but the truth is that we're grown up. We are both mature adults (unfortunately) and live in the really real world (unfortunately), so it seems that I have to admit that I was the one living some kind of pipe dream. Our lives intersected - briefly - and it's clear that our trajectories are taking us to different parts of the galaxy. The gravity ('gravitas' = latin for truth) that brought us together wasn't strong enough to keep us together. And that damn grown-up guy who slyly took over my life when I wasn't looking has pointed out that there's no one to blame. There's no reason to lament what happened. We are all stones, skipping across the water's surface. Every time we connect, it propels us forward - taking us closer to where we're meant to be.
And now here's a line from a song I heard the other day, which somehow connects to what I'm trying to relay here, but I don't remember the title or artist:
'and I've been looking around for someone to tell me who I am.'