Thursday, January 26, 2012

two ships passing in the night

That's what we are. Rudy and I. Rather than together we are living independently. Of each other. Separately. Each in our own place. Sailing through life at the same pace, yet not together.

Back. In the past. When we were living together. We lived separately. He did his thing. I did mine. He in the garage. A garage sporting five TV's, beer, and a comfy, cozy couch. Me at the opposite end of our home. In our bedroom. Lounging on our big, comfy, cozy bed. Reading.

Two ships passing in the night.

Curious people have asked how we do it. Live apart. I'm here. He's there. That it must be so hard. It's made me think. Consider why it isn't too difficult for us. Not too much. And I realize it is because we have lived independently together. For years.

Our love. Our comfort. Our desires. Our dreams. Are one. We want the same things. Strive for our best life. Yet, we fell into the trap of assumption. Assuming we will always be together. Even if apart. In the same household.

Now that we are truly, surely, no getting around it apart, we appreciate our love for one another even more. Even deeper. Rudy is my person in this lifetime. And I am his.

Even though we are like two ships passing in the night.



(contribution for WoW: write a post about a phrase you overheard in a nearby conversation)