Point A to B

Sometimes you love someone so much that you cannot make the move to be apart from them.  I don’t mean physically.  I mean mentally.  Emotionally.   It leads to the right arm syndrome.  You consider them part of your faculties.  They have become another appendage.  And somewhere along the line that became understood to be a blasé thing.  Well, I have to say, that all depends on your personal perspective on pretty much everything.  Are you one of those people who just sees everything as a task that must be gotten through?  Are you someone who cannot wait for the next bigger and better thing?  Are you the person who wants to feel the rain, for 30 seconds more.. just to hear it pitter patter against the pavement?  To feel your skin slick with it?  To taste it? Well then.  An appendage may mean a little bit more to you, than to someone else.

There is beauty in every little thing we share.  Maybe not in the minutiae of it, but in the process of sharing it.  There is beauty in an averted gaze.  There is beauty in an unspoken word.  There is beauty in the look that transcends any word anyone could say to you.  It is all beautiful because it all travels from point A to B.  And when you are A and he is B, little else matters.

We cover it up and ignore it.  We pretend it doesn’t matter because sometimes it’s all that matters and quite frankly, that’s more than a little terrifying.  We grow up and we grow old and we notice that things are changing around us.  We worry that we still can’t make it from here to there.  We ache because the everyday gets in the way, and we make it blasé.  We make it unimportant.  Sometimes it hurts to be young.  To be fresh and wide eyed staring at the world.  It hurts and we cover ourselves. We grow thicker skin.  We make jokes.

In the days that come and go, we make a choice.  Whether we know it or not, we chose.  Keep the path open, keep it in use, or watch it overgrow with lack of it.    It is easier.  It is simpler to let it go.  We are busy people.  The things we do are important.  And we forget, sometimes for no more than a moment.  We forget what it means to have that person in our life.  We forget what it means to share who we are.

That is when it becomes blasé.

Just remember that it didn’t start out that way.  It doesn’t have to be that way.  It can be the way it was.  You are still A and he is still B.  Nothing changed, only your perception of it.  Love is a decision we make every day.  Just like getting out of bed in the morning.  We decide to do it.  Sometimes it’s so natural it doesn’t require any thought.  Other times it takes everything we’ve got.  We chose to love.  We chose to make that connection, share that beauty, share ourselves.  Sometimes it doesn’t require any thought.  Other times it takes everything.  Still the same path.  Still every bit as real.