We just had a call and I wanted to write down my feelings and thoughts.
It felt like there was something in the air, pauses between sentences,
something wistful. I don’t remember having had this before. I wonder if
everything is OK with you. If there is something I can do for you.
Maybe you were just exhausted, these weeks must have
been a lot. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You have been distant lately. I wonder what I could do differently to help. Maybe there are a lot of things on your mind. You didn’t ask me any questions during our call. You seem to have been lost in your thoughts, in what’s around you. I wish you’d open up and let me know. Of what’s bothering you, what’s weighing on you. I feel like I cannot ask that right now. You need to tell me that yourself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When talking, you told me about the Christmas market you went to, with the stalls that only had interesting things, and some high-end stalls that had very interesting craftsmen’s things. It reminded me of us, in Buenos Aires, shopping on the open street, at a market. You being impatient with me. I was probably quite annoying, taking my time looking through things. It was hard, I wanted to be someone you’d enjoy being with, but ended up further frustrating you. I remember this moment, me hesitating about buying a belt, and you snapping at me, to just buy it. It was a bit surreal, a bit surprising. I wish I could have told you then how much I care for you, how much you mean to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I feel like love is in all these moments. Moments of stress, and moments of care. I always try to think of you gently, kindly. I’m sorry if it doesn’t always feel like it. I know you have always forgiven me. In fact, that’s one of the strangest, most uplifting, most beautiful part of being with you. I love you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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