God I missed this...
I missed the cooking dinner with a good friend. The whole "are you buying meat or am I?" "Your place or mine?" "What happened to you this week?"
I missed that. It may be an odd thing to miss. But when you're widowed, or simply living singled, ... no one cares. No one asks. Your life just... happens. It's nice to have someone to touch base with, say hey, I got the meat, Hey I'll be over...
And the just chilling and the companionship. People underestimate that. Hell, I underestimate that. That hey, you just need someone to talk to, to shoot the shit with, to look up stupid videos on youtube with.
"Hey how was your week?" goes a long ways when no one's asking the question. The "Really, so what happened with... " is a golden question. And it just doesn't get asked.
Would you like to ask? Because there's an answer.
Because here's the flip side. I have an awesome life. I love my job, I love my daily chill time. But here's the whole story - no one cares. And as much as it is to know how awesome you have it, how much you love your life, having someone to share it with just makes it that much sweeter.
And that's the flip side.
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