Tem and I have been dragging through. We've been driving this thing on fumes. We both know how rare this is. We've dated before. We know having something that works this perfectly is probably a once in a lifetime sort of thing. But our tank is low and the lights been on.
The trip has been beautiful and difficult at times but oh so beautiful. I'm not sure I'm ready for it to end. We need to refuel but I don't know how. We took a swing at a counselor but she proved more confused than us. So we press on with cruise control set both leaning over the dash for what's on the horizon.
We need supplies, we need the gear. I think we both know we can put in the work. I think we both know we have the patience and the desire...but the instruction manual isn't in the box.
I can work on my side. But what if it isn't all on my end. I know we both brought our baggage but she hasn't even touched hers, left it under the seat hoping it would unpack itself.
It's been a long year. In some areas we have grown so much grown together, shared many things, learned, and definitely laughed. But in other places the wheels just spin looking like motion but remaining, spinning.
She told me she always cheats, she told me she jumps from one relationship to the next... can she unpack this bag with me on the trip beside her? Or is there where we part is this something she can only do on her own...
What then? End something rare and beautiful losing it forever...or continue to coast on E hoping for a rest station to continue this incredible amazing adventure?
She says we are REALLY different. I think that can be a good thing...is it?
Enneagram Type Seven The Enthusiast
But I want to be here
Truly. Be. Here
To watch the ones that I love bloom
And I want to make room
To love them through and through and through
And through the slow and barren seasons too
Sleeping At Last - Seven
The trip has been beautiful and difficult at times but oh so beautiful. I'm not sure I'm ready for it to end. We need to refuel but I don't know how. We took a swing at a counselor but she proved more confused than us. So we press on with cruise control set both leaning over the dash for what's on the horizon.
We need supplies, we need the gear. I think we both know we can put in the work. I think we both know we have the patience and the desire...but the instruction manual isn't in the box.
I can work on my side. But what if it isn't all on my end. I know we both brought our baggage but she hasn't even touched hers, left it under the seat hoping it would unpack itself.
It's been a long year. In some areas we have grown so much grown together, shared many things, learned, and definitely laughed. But in other places the wheels just spin looking like motion but remaining, spinning.
She told me she always cheats, she told me she jumps from one relationship to the next... can she unpack this bag with me on the trip beside her? Or is there where we part is this something she can only do on her own...
What then? End something rare and beautiful losing it forever...or continue to coast on E hoping for a rest station to continue this incredible amazing adventure?
She says we are REALLY different. I think that can be a good thing...is it?
Enneagram Type Seven The Enthusiast
But I want to be here
Truly. Be. Here
To watch the ones that I love bloom
And I want to make room
To love them through and through and through
And through the slow and barren seasons too
Sleeping At Last - Seven