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A reprint from four years ago...trying to get inspired
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A reprint from four years ago...trying to get inspired Try this one on for #300. (I have struggled to find something that I felt lived up to the hype that anniversary blogs exude. I can't seem to get anything down that I would be proud of writing. If it wasn't for the hoopla, I would probably just blather on as I normally do. So here I am...raw and with no direction. Let's see where it goes...) --------------------------------------------------- He sat alone, wondering where she was. He felt an emptiness in his heart and wished she was there to fill it. What was she doing? Did she feel as empty inside as he did? These topics consumed him quite often, though he kept it all to himself. He was getting older. And there were things he still wanted to do. Would there be enough time? He worried about her. Often. And although he always wanted to help fix things, he wasn't sure that was the right thing to do. She was a grown woman, and fully capable of running her own affairs. They had so much in common. And not so much. It was a strange thought. Maybe it was like that with everyone. Perhaps if one made a list, it would just be a matter of how many. Could it be that simple? His brain started to hurt... She sounded lonely the last time they spoke. Perhaps he could stop by and see if she was OK. She wasn't expecting him, and he knew how she frowned on such visits. He didn't think he should call her though, either. He was afraid he had been guilty of unfairly raising expectations, and didn't want to be the culprit. He sat quietly in thought and typed... How he enjoyed the moments they shared. They could talk about anything. Or could they? She was extremely intelligent. And open minded. She opened a new world to him. Did he do the same for her? Somehow he doubted it. All he did was work. He was in desperate need of a vacation, but he couldn't seem to pull himself away, even for a weekend. Was this what it was really all about? His schedule and his mortality made for a poor outlook. Although he was, if anything, an optimist. She had been so much happier lately. This pleased him. More than anything. Her happiness was utmost in his desires. How he longed for it, and how he longed not to cause it to evaporate. It was a dreary Saturday afternoon. He had finally been able to get some things done that had eluded him for days. He hoped she was somewhere getting some sun and water, for it was not in the cards for him today. Perhaps she would get enough for both of them. His emotions ran the gamut. He was up. He was down. Currently it was melancholy. He rolled his head back and forth, trying to determine what was next. He decided he needed to go out for some air. He slipped behind the wheel and started off. Where would he go? He didn't want to go too far...so much yet to do. He decided he would go where the car took him. It had been a good idea before; it would be good again. He felt a warmth come over him as he turned on to the main thoroughfare. He liked a road trip. It always made him feel alive. And that anything was possible. He could go anywhere, do anything. Where would this one take him? .............. He found himself at her door. He wasn't sure how he got here, yet here is where he was. He stood for what seemed like minutes, finally rapping lightly. He heard activity inside. Someone was home. "This was a bad idea..." he thought to himself. I shouldn't have come here...now...like this. But it was too late. He had already knocked. He would see it through. She came to the door and opened it. She was shocked to see him. He had never come to her like this. But she was quietly happy to see him. The corner of her mouth turned upward, and he knew that it would be OK. "Hi..." he murmured. "Hello..." she whispered back. Embrace the suck |
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Do you really agonize over milestone blogs? I’m about to hit 4000 blogposts. I think I should get some sort of award. That’s GOT to be record on here! Lol 2022... it HAS be better, right?!
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lovely this............... made me tear up You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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