He misses me. I can see it in his eyes. I can hear it in what he doesn't say. I have floated away for a time. To write. To disappear into the world of blog. Yet, I can't redirect this wonderful pulse of light that has found its way into my heart again. I feel alive and worthwhile and vibrant. Different than before. More than just..and I am because of... We will find our way back to each other. Our paths have forked for the moment, yet we reach for each other across the brambles. I love him. Still. More than ever. But, I don't tell him that enough. And I think his hands grasp emptiness instead of the warmth of a woman he calls wife. Passions swirl...wend around and around...our connection will return.
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don't let him miss you too much. (but you know that) xoxo
ReplyDeleteThose words alone should help the connection return.
ReplyDeleteBut it's these brief forays into things that excite us that keep a marriage crackling. We all need our own avenues.
ReplyDeleteWow, I agree with the professor. Those powerful words will help the reconnection!
ReplyDeletethe truth in this both stings and sooths.
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