People hate it when you want them more than they want you. We’ll deny it, but it’s true. That’s always been the worst part about “the morning after” (so to speak). You spend time with someone, have wonderful time, get to see a warm and wonderful side of them… And then you think, “Wow, that was nice. We should do it more often.” Except that someone then has to make the first move. Someone has to put the first foot forward. Will it be you? It could. But you worry you’ll seem like you want too much. And that’s always a problem. Why is there so much pressure in our lives though? Can we all just say what we mean already? Would that be so bad?
Imagine a world where you don’t have to worry about texting first, or calling too often, or suggesting that you meet again, and soon. Imagine a world where it’s okay to show the people you want just how much we want them; where we don’t have to pretend that the first kiss didn’t totally blow our minds. Isn’t that the dream?
Also, isn’t it a bit silly how the one who cares less has the power? Who goes into a relationship seeking power anyway? We live in a very strange world.
Anyway, I’m just thinking out loud.
I hope you’re all having a wonderful week.
The hardest mornings are those following a beautiful dream where everything is exactly as you wish it only to open your eyes and realise it was just a dream. You silently curse at your subconscious for poking around in your thoughts cabinet. You might even feel stupid for enjoying the un reality; for the sheepish grin on your face in those seconds before it dawns on you that it was only a dream. Everything feels like a mockery now- especially the singing birds and morning sun. “What have they to be happy about? Can’t they see you’re suffering?” You want to shout. Its one of those mornings. The ones that follow the blissful night’s escape from harsh reality. You saw your dreams, touched them… only to have them ripped away by over-zealous little miss sunshine and all her shining rays. Angry, mostly at yourself for hoping, you close the blinds and climb back into your bed certain you can’t make it through the day. Sadness is holding on with two hands -pulling with everything its got. You’re tempted to give in. Sometimes it feels good to curl up in bed and be miserable. But its only allowed SOMETIMES. Today isn’t ‘sometimes’. You remember all the times you felt like you couldn’t get through and you laugh as you reach for your morning coffee and realise that its going to be a good day.