It’s very difficult.
And very nice.
And very difficult.
And very nice.
Yep, that about covers it. One day I wake up feeling lonely. The next I wake up loving my singleness.
I miss small things I’ve always taken for granted. Like, for instance, having someone to tell about things that amuse me. I don’t watch TV anymore, but TV is a perfect illustration of what I’m talking about.
Let’s say you’re watching a program while sitting beside the love of your life. Something amuses you. You laugh, and glance over at her to see if she was as amused as you were. She rolls her eyes because THAT was just too juvenile to deserve laughter, ya dork!
When you’re single, who can you glance at? Who can join you in the moment?
I never realized what an intimate connection it is to simply have someone to look at.
And speaking of the “R” word… romance, to me, has nothing to do with flowers or gifts. It has everything to do with intimate connections, which exist on multiple levels and aren’t always obvious.
A “taste this, babe”.
A “that was such a good song! It made my eyes leak!”
You’re driving down the road and a new song comes on that you’ve never heard before. Your heart’s conquerer is in the passenger seat listening as well. The words move you. You say something about it, and the two of you discover something new about each other, simply by the way you react to a song.
When you’re single, it’s just not the same to call your best friend John to explain how you feel.
I don’t miss sex all that much, to be honest with you. I’m not saying I’ve lost my desire, it’s just that it’s not as important to me as other things.
Like having someone to READ to.
Like having someone sitting in the passenger seat for a trip up Highway 70 to Quincy.
Like hearing laughter at something the rest of the world would think was really dumb.
Like watching her try to stay annoyed while you try to make up for some minor idiocy by making a fool of yourself, just to get her to laugh.
Nothing major, you see. Just minor things. Just “couple” things.
Just romantic things.
Romance. Ah, how I miss ye!