We have talk she said. what about he said. You staying downstairs all the time alone. I don't like it she said. Get used to it because that's where i want to be. I have things to do he said. What things do you have to do down there she said. Things. none of your business he said. well if its none of my business you can start cooking for yourself from now on because I got things to do myself. I'm going to stay upstairs by myself and do what I want while you do what you do downstairs, but what kind of marriage will we have then, she asked. A happy one he said.
Being with you feels right. When you're helping me cook dinner. When you come up with soundtracks for the time we spend together. When we sit on back patios with your family and our friends, sipping IPAs late at night. And even though you've told me that you don't want me to expect anything from you because you don't feel like you have enough to give, you give everything you have without even thinking about it. I'm okay with being alone, I can be okay by myself, I promise. But that doesn't mean that waking up next to you doesn't feel better than waking up alone. I drove home this morning and I'm already counting the days to next weekend. And even though my life goes on even when we're not together, I still look forward to the days we do spend together.
The universe is expanding and collapsing inside me, on repeat every second of the day. Every breath that I take. I hang on your words like a bee stuck in it's own honey. Drowning in the pools of sweetness we've constructed. I've never felt so safe outside of my own head, sharing my own bed, knowing the kind things that you've said. My heart beats for you, and you can't see it, but in the quietest moments, on mornings when we're being lulled back into reality you've whispered that you can hear it. And I'm glad to know the serenity of falling asleep listening to your heart beat.
I am not sure how to proceed, but it is the time for me to stir things around. I should be able to find it. I am the son of the shark of capitalism. Some spend lives figuring out how to make money in huge amounts, but I think I am many parsecs ahead of them being born to a family with such a great affluence. I think it is the time to put it to better use. I do not know what is ahead of me, but I also feel that it is just so limiting of me to be satisfied with the perspective of working in my family's business in the future. I want independence. Before I devise on how to properly grant it to myself, I should also analyze how this thought was put in my mind. I am not overtaken by conspiracy theories about social engineering and programming, but I will be better of making sure I am not using someone else's ideals or thoughts choosing what path to take. How do you know that your dreams are yours?
I need a solid answer from you. You know, like a list or something. A list of reasons why you don't want to be with me. A list of reasons why you think we're not made for each other. A list of reasons why you think it'll be a waste of time for us to go on dinner dates.
Give me a freaking list, woman. And end this silence once and for all. It's killing me. It's like I'm half way through a story and the rest of the pages have been torn away. I still know the ending, though - the last page is still there, intact in front of my eyes. I read it and I know we're not going to die in each others' arms as I would want it to happen. I know it.
I just want to hear you say it. I just want to know why. I want to know what you think about this whole mess. Or if you think about it at all.
So yeah, give me a list.