I can picture the life of us and somehow we can make it work.
We can make it past the dark nights, and the missed calls. We can make it past the misunderstandings and the accidental hurt. We can make it past the jealousy and the I’m Sorry’s.
When we hold each other in the blankets, we can make it through the sleepless nights and restless turning. We can make it through the familiar and the usual and we can find something to love again and again and again.
When I picture us, we do not fall apart.
We don’t turn our backs on one another and we don’t pretend to smile. We don’t toss around “I love you” like a toy.
And we definitely don’t lose it.