I have a tendency to live and die by these feelings. The trouble is, I can’t quite fully understand why I have them or where they should end.
I’d been cleaning the house all day, earbuds in, jamming out to all the songs that remind me of the love I feel for you on the numerous levels inside me when finally you came home. I didn’t hear you come in but I saw you from the corner of my eye and I shit the music off instantly.
“Hi!” I said, excited you were finally here with me, but you didn’t seem as thrilled. “Hey”
“How was your dads?” I asked wanting to give you the opportunity to fill me in on all I’d missed.
“Good”. I waited for more but it didn’t come. You washed your hands and walked past me with not even a kiss and I felt the excitement drain from my body like rain from the clouds the night before.
Did you not miss me as much as I missed you? Did you want to come Home to someone else?
Why is it that one simple interaction can color the whole day?