Thursday, November 7, 2013
Pine and Sap
I'm alone, and it's quiet. It's dark and I should be in bed. And the corners of my mouth are curled into a smile. The kind of smile that you can't actually produce if there's not something genuinely making you happy.
I've been talking with a friend about feeling things at Level 11. And how it's inconvenient and how sometimes, you get carried away with everything going on in your head. Sometimes it causes problems. Sometimes it makes you crazy (and the people in your life, too, go figure.)
But sometimes, it's nice.
I can picture better scenarios than this couch alone. This couch not alone, this blanket and nowhere to go, maybe.
But I'm ok with it.
My phone buzzed and it said "I miss you."
Out of the blue.
We all know (whoever "we" are) that the image in my head is the stoplight with all red lights, and the sign on the door is "People always leave."
It's from this silly tv show I used to watch. The character who painted it was actually someone I related to in a lot of ways, even though it was nothing more than a silly soap opera of a thing I got hooked into due to my sister. Someone in that character's life showed her otherwise at one point, and then there was a new picture. The lights were all green and it said "Sometimes they come back."
Maybe I don't really believe the second part very easily. I'm a doubter. I'm stuck at yellow lights sometimes. Sometimes I don't feel like more than a footnote in people's stories. But you don't miss footnotes. Maybe people are always looking for big declarations of love. The three little words everyone wants to hear are always "I love you." And I'm not going to say I'm an exception. I've got a whole big handful or two of people I love dearly, and I never get tired of hearing that I am loved. But y'know...maybe something heals a little every time someone says that they miss me. It's a sigh of relief. It reminds me that I'm being thought of when I'm not there with someone. It's having a place in someone's life that makes you important even when you're not there in front of them, and it's special to me.
And maybe I was a whirlwind of different emotions tonight, not the least of which was fear.
And that made the difference. And that's why I'm smiling.
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