Living each day much muchier
Wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do)
Melt it down (you’re gonna have to eventually anyway)
The fire trucks are coming up around the bend
You live, you learn
I send him a message.
“I’m baking brownies. Wish you were here.”
“I’d like to be,” he replies
“I’d even let you lick the spoon.”
“You accidentally said spoon,” he flirts.
The last month has been… bizarre, for lack of a better word.
A good relationship can be a source of happiness but there’s a reason why so many sitcoms revolve around the quest for one.
Adventures come with highs and lows. So far, this adventure hasn’t been so much sultry kissing under street lamps as mismatched, unrequited, send me pictures, waiting for contact, will I read about me in your blog, hey there princess… it’s all too much.
Does ANYONE like being called princess? Please comment and let me know!
I’m well out of my comfort zone, deep in enemy territory and tempted to go dark just long enough to sneak out with what’s left of my dignity.
But, I’m looking at it wrong.
When you’re on holiday, you do what you want for its own reason. You walk on the beach, not to get anywhere, but for the pleasure of sand and sea. You talk to someone for five minutes of their conversation. You don’t expect to see them again.
That’s the attitude to have.
Adventure has highs and lows. Hopefully there’s more highs on the way, but regardless, the experience itself is worthwhile.
At least that’s what I tell myself.
You live, you learn… but first you gotta live.