We spent more consecutive and planned time together these past three days than we have in five months.
And it’s because we knew the rest of the gift was coming.
We were dating-past free- for the weekend.
Dinner and desserts and movie and conversations about everynothings- all the things we know our hearts ache to have from one another. We gave in to simplicity and let ourselves forget our mess.
We let ourselves get good and deep and lost.
I’m not giving up,
I’m just tired of words that don’t carry any meaning and tired of actions that are only giving way to the us in the past.
My gift is my love.
And I’m choosing time apart.
We’re to focus on getting better individually.
To a Better You,
A Better Me.
a Better Us.