Journal entry

I don’t like you.

Perhaps that’s the crux of the matter.

Perhaps it’s always been the crux of the matter.

But then, you don’t like me either. So, we’re even.

I suppose.

Not a day goes by, in one way or another,

with a look; a gesture; or a word, that we don’t fly to the edge.

Yet, here we are. Still. After all these years.

I dislike it when you think I couldn’t possibly know how to catch the ball and run with it,

feeling the need to delineate boundaries so I know in what direction to go.

Talking-down to an intelligent person is never a good idea.

I just don’t get your sense of humor.

And you certainly don’t get mine.

And yet …….. here we are, together. Still.

I love you.

Perhaps that’s the crux of the matter.

Perhaps it’s always been the crux of the matter.

But then, you love me as well. So, we’re even.

I suppose.

Not a day goes by, in one way or another,

with a look; a gesture; or a word, that we don’t fly to the edge.

Yet, here we are. Still. After all these years.

I really love it when you take hold of my arm as we walk along the way,

and how my name always comes up in conversation when I’m not around.

Showing your love for me is always a good idea.

I just don’t get your sense of humor.

And you certainly don’t get mine.

And yet …….. here we are,

falling down with laughter. Together. Still.

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