Hello, my friend. So
nice to see you.
You know how fond I am of you and how much I enjoy spending
time together. So it is with love and
affection that I think we need to talk about a difficult topic: your multiple personality
disorder.
Just because you are this way doesn’t mean I love you any
less. I just think it is important for
us to talk about this in the name of maintaining a healthy relationship.
Loving: This is the part of you I enjoy the most. At the end of the day, you call to me
alluringly to join you. I can be
anywhere in the entire house, and yet, as the hour grows later, your call
becomes stronger and louder. “I’m
coming, my love.” “I’ll be there as soon
as I can.” And when all of the work of
the day is done and I join you in the bedroom, you open your arms wide to
embrace me. So warm. So comforting. This is you at your very best and you should
take pride in how much warmth and comfort you bring.
Childish: There are times when you are so impatient. You know I hear your call and you know I
would love nothing more than to drop everything and be enveloped in your
arms. However, you frequently show up
and demand attention at the most inconvenient times. You’re like a child who stomps her feet and
declares she will hold her breath until she gets what she wants. Really, my friend, I expect better things
from you after all we’ve been through together.
Occasionally I can placate you with a cup of coffee, a walk around the
block (or the house) or a snack. But
often, you simply won’t take “not right now” for an answer. We all have things we need to do. I promise to join you each day as soon as I’m
able but it really is unreasonable how you demand my attention in the late
afternoon, on my train ride home from work, while reading in bed, and even
while watching TV. Good things come to
those who wait, my friend.
Fickle: One of the more frustrating traits you show
sometimes is how, after coaxing me into your arms, you lose interest in me and
send me packing. On a drowsy weekend
afternoon when I finally succumb to your call for a short nap together. I join you and then you leave me at the
altar, with nothing but a restless sense of time I should have spent doing
something else. Other times, you leave
me too early. Just because I’ll
occasionally get up in the middle of the night to use the restroom doesn’t mean
our time together is done. But from time
to time, when I return to bed, you’re already gone. “Nooooo!” I implore you. I wasn’t finished spending time with
you. “Come back. I still have 45 minutes before the alarm will
go off.” For someone who can be so
insistent in demanding my attention when you want it, I find it a bit selfish
that you won’t extend me the same courtesy.
I hope you took this in the spirit it was intended, my
friend. I love you and felt it needed to
be said to keep our relationship strong.
Now come give me a hug.
Frosty
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