We never did fit.
It seemed like we both misjudged our timing, and were left unsure. Your world was enormous, before mine had even begun, and your efforts to be part of mine only left me embarrassed, wondering if anyone had noticed that we were connected...hoping they hadn't.
By the time I realised that you were good for cuddles, and secrets and an infinite source of information, you were long gone.
It always amazes me that we've been apart longer than we've been together, and you still care enough to want me in your life. To talk to me every day, to have me at your wedding, to have your children recognise me just by looking at my picture, to tell you about my mundane, boring life, to drop your work and come hold my hand when I was sick. To love me without question.
We're still misfits, generations apart. But really, who cares...
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