What do you do when your romantic vibe has
been slowed to a drip instead of the usual blast from the fire hydrant? We got a little caught up in the rush of the
world and just missed each other’s “I love you” motives. I was wrong. She was wrong. We reacted to
each other’s needs wrong. The testosterone
began to build. I tamed it with the
major male weapon. I shut it down. Then I
shut down. Estrogen pushed her into her
feelings. Then she pushed. The vibe was
stale and still and the air was thick.
The difference in now and then is that we recognized what we needed to
do to let the vibe flow through. We have both grown up. I am not too proud to let my feelings be
revealed and she has refused to sulk in hers.
We talked about how we each could have done better for each other. We had a “safe conversation” that allowed us to
see the wall the devil had designed and was attempting to building between us. If you can’t hear my words please listen for the
rhythm of my heart. Your love is the
spark that regulates each beat. I love
you sweetheart. Glad the Tomb is Empty.
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