
As comfortable as I am with where I am and what I’m doing, I know that peace is only temporary. And we try every day to forget the things that are going on around us, to drown out the sounds of our own hearts breaking…
I don’t like to think that I’m consoling him through my body. I’d like to think that there is more to it than that. I know deep down that there is more to it than that. But sometimes…I question it.Â
Are we just running away from truths that hurt us? That maybe we’re trying to run away from the pain and run head first into each other?
As I lie here in the dark, I ask myself many questions. One I do not ask is if this is right. If this is where I should be, if this is what I should be doing. Even with the pain…the uncertainty. Even with the not knowing and the faint lines etched in mouth corners that never really quite turn up anymore. There is no place I’d rather be. No one I’d rather be with.
And if solace can be found in soft touches, in firm grips, in sighing breaths…who am I to deny it. Who am I to say that it is a weakness. An escape…perhaps. But never one that’s wrong.
I don’t like to think that I’m consoling him through my body. I’d like to think that there is more to it than that. I know deep down that there is more to it than that. But sometimes…I question it.Â
Are we just running away from truths that hurt us? That maybe we’re trying to run away from the pain and run head first into each other?
As I lie here in the dark, I ask myself many questions. One I do not ask is if this is right. If this is where I should be, if this is what I should be doing. Even with the pain…the uncertainty. Even with the not knowing and the faint lines etched in mouth corners that never really quite turn up anymore. There is no place I’d rather be. No one I’d rather be with.
And if solace can be found in soft touches, in firm grips, in sighing breaths…who am I to deny it. Who am I to say that it is a weakness. An escape…perhaps. But never one that’s wrong.