roxy

Pushing. Pulling. In opposite directions with different intentions. But the forces meet at the same time and at the same place. And that place isn't happy. That place isn't magical like the place that was before. That place isn't necessarily bad either. It's a place that just feels strained. Pulled. Pushed. Tense. Unreal and uncomfortable and unsure and doubtful. And yet you're there. And isn't that all that should matter? No need for the pushing.

I shake myself from my thoughts and dreams and swirling emotions and look at the facts in front of my face. And I smile. And I look forward to letting you know that I'm smiling. That I'm smiling because you're there. Because you're here. Because that's all that should matter. Beacause I've decided that there's no need for the pushing. Mostly, because I'm smiling again.

I shake myself and look forward to you smiling at me smiling. And me smiling at you smiling. I look forward to that simplicity. I look forward to us agreeing that that's all we need. No more pushing. In turn, no more pulling. Just me. And you. And a few shared smiles.