Thursday, February 18, 2010

Patience, pay sense

I've been trying so hard to define our marriage, and I'm writing to tell you that I'm sorry. Because it simply cannot be done.

Because it grows and grows.

And I don't want predictable.

I never did,
and you never did

otherwise you wouldn't have chosen me,
and I wouldn't have chosen you.

Although now, that seems like the most predictable thing.

I can wait for our life to begin again.

I'll call it an impatient wait.


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