We are always moving at different speeds: when I want to slow down, you rush; when I want to move on, you dawdle. We are always out of sync: I want to be alone, and you bring company; I am looking for a distraction, and it’s just me… and you… oh… so… slow…
I just realized that I’ve always been looking for ways to trick you, to manipulate you, to control your pace. I never accepted you as you are. I never loved you. Is that why we don’t get along? Or do I not love you because we don’t get along? Can you help me learn to appreciate you?
