I've Been Thinking
...about you. You are with me today.
Moments ago, we pulled up to an intersection that is not typically used. It was an oversight during construction, but it's the road less (and in this case, not) traveled.
I could see your gears turning, as you noticed there were no tire tracks on the white lines that mark the intersection.
"It always seems like we're the only ones that ever go this way" you said.
"Because we're different. We do everything differently" I responded, and laid my hand on the center console, palm up.
You placed your hand in mine and welled up, but they weren't tears of joy. You were reminded that sometimes our being different, isn't a good different. Sometimes, it's a painful different.
I hope the good differents are enough to sustain us. You're my treasure and my map. You're priceless and I'd be lost without you.
Moments ago, we pulled up to an intersection that is not typically used. It was an oversight during construction, but it's the road less (and in this case, not) traveled.
I could see your gears turning, as you noticed there were no tire tracks on the white lines that mark the intersection.
"It always seems like we're the only ones that ever go this way" you said.
"Because we're different. We do everything differently" I responded, and laid my hand on the center console, palm up.
You placed your hand in mine and welled up, but they weren't tears of joy. You were reminded that sometimes our being different, isn't a good different. Sometimes, it's a painful different.
I hope the good differents are enough to sustain us. You're my treasure and my map. You're priceless and I'd be lost without you.
