Its not difficult to share a bed today, but it is difficult to hash things out the morning after. Its a clash with a whirlwind of thoughts on both sides of the mattress. Or not. Maybe its only one side. Thats why I normally leave. But why is it noon and we have yet to move?Things are about to get messy. Or again; maybe not. I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but today holds a whole lot of restlessness. And I never over think these trivial matters. Perhaps that is when you know you care. In my experience its the messiest when things are left unsaid or undone. Only because it is then when you are left with questions. Its unfortunate that I already know the answers. …your silence only solidifies them.
Free will is an interesting thing.