Perhaps after all romance did not come into ones life with pomp and blare,
like a gay night riding down;
perhaps it crept to ones side like an old friend through quiet ways;
perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination
flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music,
love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship,
as a golden hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
Husband and I have been missing each other a lot of lately.
As in miscommunication missing each other.
Mostly because I just really haven't been here,
I have been working A LOT the past two weeks
and the effects of that have been shown in our lack of oneness.
When we are apart we miss the other and tend to build the other
up in our day dreamings. So when we are back together there
is a slight adjustment of truth that is sometimes a little disappointing (:
In these moments I tend to resort back to our friendship.
The friendship that was there loooong before any of these
crazy lovey dovey feelings came along.
It is such a comfort to me that when the lover husband/wife side of
us is just. not. working. we as friends still work.
This specific season of working crazy long hours will end,
we will learn to communicate and understand each other better
and as long as we both shall live we will be friends.