When I see you on the dating app, I think, “He’s too handsome. He’ll be horrid.” I sent you a Hello. In our brief texts we end up wanting to go to the same restaurant. I can’t tell if you are pulling my leg, or if you still pull my leg when you say you also love something I love. But, then, I realize that I am constantly doing the same to you, and I’m not pulling your leg.
I still enjoy a well-written romance featuring an independent woman. I once imagined living apart together, and fostering artistic creativity, like Simone de Beauvoir and Jean Paul Sartre. Maybe Anais Nin and {pick one} would have been a stretch. As she said "Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage", and I lacked the courage to live apart together. I think we both expended our limited supplies of courage moving across the country, away from family and most friends. We both lacked the courage to separate when we could/should have. Now facing my sunset years as dh's caregiver; trying not to be bitter. My grown children have no idea...
This is so delightful! I’m curious, do you give yourself writing assignments or do you just write when inspired? I seldom write anything creative and when I do, it’s always from a spark. I might be a not bad writer if I practiced at it, but I might be a not bad lots of things if I practiced at them. Sigh.
Loved this piece. 🤍 Only those who are able to truly see us deeply with intention will understand the nuances of who we are. They also need to have the same connection with themselves. Then, and only then, can two people be separate and whole, together.
I still enjoy a well-written romance featuring an independent woman. I once imagined living apart together, and fostering artistic creativity, like Simone de Beauvoir and Jean Paul Sartre. Maybe Anais Nin and {pick one} would have been a stretch. As she said "Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage", and I lacked the courage to live apart together. I think we both expended our limited supplies of courage moving across the country, away from family and most friends. We both lacked the courage to separate when we could/should have. Now facing my sunset years as dh's caregiver; trying not to be bitter. My grown children have no idea...
This is so delightful! I’m curious, do you give yourself writing assignments or do you just write when inspired? I seldom write anything creative and when I do, it’s always from a spark. I might be a not bad writer if I practiced at it, but I might be a not bad lots of things if I practiced at them. Sigh.
Loved this piece. 🤍 Only those who are able to truly see us deeply with intention will understand the nuances of who we are. They also need to have the same connection with themselves. Then, and only then, can two people be separate and whole, together.
But was it the booth where he left the gun on the table at the time of the murder??!