They sit there giggling,
staring into each others eyes,
whispering empty nothings.
They talk easily for hours on end
obviously relishing each others company.
And then there’s us.
They take on life together,
tackle trouble and relinquish it.
Determined, sure, secure.
And then there’s…
Us wondering, doubting, struggling.
Choosing to stay,
in this, the mature work of intimacy,
when the spark is gone.
On a path lit by growth upon difficult growth,
and depth of love.
So at the end of the day,
there will be…
Us.
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Yes, I know that feeling. It is hard to watch others’ happiness sometimes.
And fascinating to think that sometimes their happiness is a public facade… I read a great article that talked about “the maturing work of intimacy” vs. the superficial flame of infatuation that comes with a desire to constant validation and stimulation. I am learning to mature into this aspect and finding I am relishing my marriage more.
Yes, I know that feeling. It is hard to watch others’ happiness sometimes.
And fascinating to think that sometimes their happiness is a public facade… I read a great article that talked about “the maturing work of intimacy” vs. the superficial flame of infatuation that comes with a desire to constant validation and stimulation. I am learning to mature into this aspect and finding I am relishing my marriage more.