An inner monologue. Not much to it. :D
I have this thought.
I have this thought that maybe we're in a rut. The spontaneity is gone. The thrill is gone. I debate with myself whether or not to bring it up. I know it'll just cause friction. A disturbance of the peace we've attained after all these years. I know how you'll react. You know how I'll retort. The chain of routine holding us together makes us inseparable but not dependent. I know that I love you. I know that you love me more. But the thought bores into me creating small chasms of doubt. I never doubted our love. I doubted the need for it at this moment in our very young lives.
I have this thought.
About how many times we will have the same fights. And how many times we will make the same arguments. I yell and you try to reason with me. The cycle continues. There is, however, resurgence. Moments in which all is alive again with exhilaration. We laugh and love. This is when our relationship flourishes. It renews. I live for these moments and I know you do to.
This thought is growing formless.
As of right now, I'm content. Maybe I'm asking too much. My expectations have been shaped by a mainstream cinema full of clichés. Love isn't perfect or easy. It's messy. It's work. And sometimes, to the unfortunate, it's elusive.
I once had a thought.
I thought I couldn't be happy if I was "stuck" in one place. The truth is I misinterpreted being "stuck" with being complete. What I know about integrity I learned from you. The goodness in my life can be traced back to you. I accept that I thought wrong.
I thought I needed more. I craved your attention.
I thought I wanted out. I required your concentration.
She waited outside his door, biting her knuckles. A shadow approached on the other side and the door flew open.
"Hi," she whispered guiltily.
He smiled and brought her inside.
Who needs to think?
A sleepless night, therefore a productive night. :) There's not really a point to this but I posted anyway. Thanks. :D