So how about this: We stop talking
altogether, put a check mark in the
‘finished’ box and label this a win.
I mean it’s not like we’re going any
further with this thing. We are
stunted growers; we have hit our
relational glass ceiling.
Or how about this: We continue
on as if this will be good for us.
Because loneliness is bitter and
we don’t have to be ‘together’ to
pass sugar between our mouths.
We will sail as co-captains knowing,
at some point, one of us will jump
ship for a prettier vessel. It doesn’t
matter that it will leave the other
alone and shipwrecked.
But how about this: You realize that
the way you love me doesn’t come
around often and that you should
give up your pride and be with me
because it would make both of us