Its been weeks and weeks and weeks of different work times and bed times. Travellytrips for holidays and workdays. Texts and reminder notes on the fridge, the online calendar, on the edge of reasonable.
We have hosted travelers, waifs and strays; one after another. In the flurry of excitement at seeing everyone, we did not anticipate the hours in between would be used to change sheets and hoover and put on our best smiles.
At once both awkwardly polite and conspiratorially bound; we are adrift from each other, hovering apart. A little weary, tired, fraught.
We miss each other.
Now the house is ours again, (and even though you are sporting a bushy movember effort) I want to crawl into bed with you for days, and find us.
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I want that for you too
Thanks for taking us in.
Next time, (well, i promise there wont be a next time) we’ll book a hotel. :)
Have good times, just you and he for a while.
beautifully written. love that picture. isn’t it odd how two people living together can get into this pattern of unfamiliarity so quickly. i know that feeling myself.
I get that.
Enjoy.
xo
Beautifully written. I know this feeling well … I hope you lose yourself together.