That’s a hard one. I have always found that so much of relationship is physical, the material presence and realization of something that you may have always dreamed about or wondered if it ever existed, and then there they are! But I have felt that way about people I haven’t met (from my telephone dating days) where it seemed so amazing over the phone but fell flat on its face in person. There is something I think we look for that has its origin inside us, though, that wants its match.
Let’s see if it works tomorrow, since I’m about to go to bed, and if it doesn’t we’ll have to take steps. I will tell you here the answers to the things you said, though. First, yes, I’m always this chipper. Second, I know you’re a poet because so many of your responses to my posts are actually poems, and third, I’m glad I tickle you!
It is sad, in a way, but I am at peace with the way of the world (as regards myself, anyway). You think you can hang on; you think you ARE hanging on and it seems inconceivable that it could ever change, but it always does. Elise and I are still friends, so our relationship has been a little like a river: it isn't the water, and it isn't the banks of the river, but somehow it remains.
That’s a hard one. I have always found that so much of relationship is physical, the material presence and realization of something that you may have always dreamed about or wondered if it ever existed, and then there they are! But I have felt that way about people I haven’t met (from my telephone dating days) where it seemed so amazing over the phone but fell flat on its face in person. There is something I think we look for that has its origin inside us, though, that wants its match.
I keep trying to message you back on the dm but it keeps disappearing. Did you block me?
Still not working! I keep sending you all these messages, and they keep disappearing! But I keep getting yours!
Let’s see if it works tomorrow, since I’m about to go to bed, and if it doesn’t we’ll have to take steps. I will tell you here the answers to the things you said, though. First, yes, I’m always this chipper. Second, I know you’re a poet because so many of your responses to my posts are actually poems, and third, I’m glad I tickle you!
The system has decided we’re too dangerous together. That must be it.
That's such a nice thing to say. Thank you.
It is sad, in a way, but I am at peace with the way of the world (as regards myself, anyway). You think you can hang on; you think you ARE hanging on and it seems inconceivable that it could ever change, but it always does. Elise and I are still friends, so our relationship has been a little like a river: it isn't the water, and it isn't the banks of the river, but somehow it remains.
A beautiful essay about how our expectations shape what we see, remember, and believe. Nothing, not even time, stands still the way we think it does.