I Enjoy Meaningful Conversations
Two Monologues Do Not Make A Dialogue... I guess I never realized how much I loved talking to him... We might not have been able to discuss big problems or anything that had to do with our relationship... But when it came to talking about nothing, we could discuss anything! Sometimes we would lose whole days, just talking about random things we had encountered and/or learned since we last saw each other.
I loved listening to him tell me about his day. It was as if I could feel all the strength he used, I appreciated his ingenuity and admired his efficiency. All performed with grace, agility and masterful skill. He reminded me of my dad... flawless in everything he did, perfect in every way. I was so in love with him... my whole world revolved around him.
What do I do now that he tore my world apart, piece by piece, destroying every fiber of my being, thread by thread?
The only thing I CAN do... is start over, with someone else, I suppose.
It's not like I took his conversational skills for granted. I always knew we shared some kind of deep connection that can't be described. This connection, is the reason why we could never be on the same team, playing board games... because we would win hands down! Nobody else could come close to beating us!
I never knew how hard it would be to find someone who is able to hold a conversation! One where the topic interests both parties, neither are overbearing, or get offended if the other tries to speak. Just an even, steady pouring of beautiful energy. I wish things didn't get so screwed up that we can't even say a single word to each other....
I loved listening to him tell me about his day. It was as if I could feel all the strength he used, I appreciated his ingenuity and admired his efficiency. All performed with grace, agility and masterful skill. He reminded me of my dad... flawless in everything he did, perfect in every way. I was so in love with him... my whole world revolved around him.
What do I do now that he tore my world apart, piece by piece, destroying every fiber of my being, thread by thread?
The only thing I CAN do... is start over, with someone else, I suppose.
It's not like I took his conversational skills for granted. I always knew we shared some kind of deep connection that can't be described. This connection, is the reason why we could never be on the same team, playing board games... because we would win hands down! Nobody else could come close to beating us!
I never knew how hard it would be to find someone who is able to hold a conversation! One where the topic interests both parties, neither are overbearing, or get offended if the other tries to speak. Just an even, steady pouring of beautiful energy. I wish things didn't get so screwed up that we can't even say a single word to each other....
41-45, F
