the long day is over.
February 18, 2010 at 5:06 pm , by Haley
Their relationship, if you can call it that, started over a compass misunderstanding; so while she could tell direction, he was left moving in circles. She would never agree to this description, of course. Instead, she would insist that they were just on different paths with different destinations.
At least he’d occasionally appreciate, re-realize, that their compatibility wouldn’t be ruined by any boredom-induced likenesses. Sometimes he’d paint for her the personal growth that he foresaw for their future selves, should they both commit to the work of love. Write her poetry.
She had a wall full of paintings—a closet full of poetry.
I guess, she’d think, I should respect his opinions more. Him more.
I guess, she’d think, I should couch my pragmatic, rigid nature and give in to my inherent hypersensitivity.
I guess, she’d think, I should be more gentile. After all, she’d remind herself, the world is rough for realists.
To be honest, though—for as far up in the clouds as her head was, she was an equal distance withdrawn. It’s possible that they were both too distracted to notice or care, as often is the case when two people stop talking and start touching. Ashamed as she was to admit, her side of the relationship failed to advance past a sexual attraction. She defended herself in reminding her family—her friends, her cats—that he was just as focused on a forced sense of whimsy and romance.
And this was how their relationship proceeded, with the exception of a few memorable moments where they were able to see eye to eye.
[big thanks to Amanda for writing half of this. <3]
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