Love Isn't Enough
Yesterday was a long day. I did a ride share ride which was nice but cold on mt. Vernon trail. Then I flew to Houston, then 3 hours layover, then Quito. I got home around 1:30. Long day. But, I'm home now. I can apply for that job. I can bike again. I can have a routine again. I am ok. I thought about him at the end of the night, last flight. The good parts. That seems to happen after a couple of days of seeing him as a villain. I thought about how we were cute together, how we would laugh a lot. How his gestures would make me laugh. It was light, it was fun, it was real most times. That's the hardest part. Love isn't enough. That wasn't enough. If it were we would still be together. But I have wounds, he has wounds, they found each other, and I didn't feel safe in the relationship. I felt good with him, and close, and loving, and loved, and a part of his life, but it was all too fast. And the real things matter too. I was nervous to tell him simple things, I regula...