Olympic Fun

Tonight was nice. I enjoyed watching the games with you. We were actually interacting, and I enjoyed your perspective on the games (and the uniforms). Not sure why most times I say "I Love You" I'm greeted by silence, but I'll go to bed with a smile from sharing my evening with you. Hope there was at least a bit of a mutual feeling there.

Penny for your thoughts

I wish I knew what was going on.  All I know is what I see.  You show your love in a lot of ways.  It's not that.  I want to see your happiness.  I want to bring you happiness.  I want to be your happiness.  Instead, I see you smile, then I enter the room, and it turns to sadness.  If I make a small mistake, I see a look of disgust or shame.  I'm not sure what I've done, but I know you don't want to be around me.  Like I said, I don't think it's about love, because I do see that from you.  It's about like, it's about you being happy.  I want to know what you are feeling.  I don't care if you hurt my feelings.  I just want to know what it is, because I want nothing more than for you to be happy again, even if that means less of me.  I can tell you are holding back lots of feelings, but I don't know why.  If you are afraid of breaking my heart, my heart is breaking much more because you are sad, than it would over anything you might tell me. I'm not going to bother you trying to make you talk. I just want you to know what's going on in my head, and that I'm here. 

Missing us

Somewhere along the way we lost our porch time.  We lost that connection of being there for each other.  Of having that safe place to say anything to each other.  And so, I'm starting it again.  Here.  Have a seat, put your head on my shoulder, and be you, the girl I love more than anyone in the world.