…and it’s not your fault that you are the way you are. I have heard that over time married people grow apart. Outlooks change, perspectives differ and common ground is lost. But with all the love in the world inside of me, how do we go on if my “liking” is in arrears.
You are who you are and I am who I am… but we both must be pleasing to one another. I don’t want to feel this way, but in my mind I am seeking escape.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… if you smiled at me more. If we shared a few laughs. I remember when you were the sun in my day and the moon for me at night… now there is just rain.
And even rain is nice… when it’s soft and light. How soothing the sound as it falls upon the earth, feeding the flowers and the seeds. Lulling the sleeper’s to sleep. Everything is good and beneficial in moderation. To the extreme soft rain is called a hurricane, wet, windy and destroying everything in it’s path.
I love the rain…. it’s the hurricanes I can do without.