Sitting across from you last night healed me like nothing else.
I know that’s what we normally do on Friday nights. We listen to music, talk for hours, and laugh until it hurts. We drink and dance and live, because it’s the weekend.
But, last night was even more perfect than usual.
One week I found out about my mom. The next week I flew on a plane, far away from you to be closer to her. Last week I came back to work in a daze and handled each chaotic day as best as I could.
The last few weeks have been hard. Harder because I haven’t seen you the way I’m used to.
Yesterday when you got home I said that all I wanted to do was sit across from you. To look at you. To come back home to you.
And, so I did (along with this lap cat of ours).
Damn, it was all so lovely.
The way your smile touches my insides. The way your voice soothes my mind. The way your thoughts speak to mine.
Sitting across from you was all that I needed. Thank you.
31 thoughts on “Sitting Across From You”
Love your perspective on the need for company, no human can go it alone. We all need someone to talk with and share our experiences.
Agreed! Usually I’m Miss Independent, but at the end of the day having that special someone is crucial for me.
Sometimes, that’s all we need. No fixing, no helping, ..just being. And so often that may just be ‘enough’. Love it.
Totally. Just some good old-fashioned laughs with some great food and beer does it for me.
This is just so lovely, Britt. The power of just “being” cannot be underestimated.
Aw, thanks, lovey. Totally agreed. Sitting and being with someone can be so incredibly healing.