In every beginning of a relationship there is I, there is YOU and there is US. So they say. I’m no expert, but this much I know. I is self centered, egotistical and selfish. I is always right. I is never wrong. I was once in love. I always have a lot of things to do. And I can’t get another hand to do 3-4 things at one time. I needs a break all the time, because I never seem to get a break at all. I needs a vacation, because I always have a lot to do at work. I is tired. I is fed up watching over the kids and needs a break too. I is never content. I needs some loving. I needs space. I needs time. And I just seems to need just about anything. I this and I that. There is so much fuss about I, it seems the world revolves around I.
And then there was YOU. YOU is always judgmental, negative and disapproving. YOU is always busy. YOU doesn’t have time. YOU doesn’t care at all. YOU always seem to do something when there is none. YOU seems to always have an alibi. YOU never understands. YOU always forgets. YOU always do everything wrong. YOU would rather spend time with friends. YOU always had enough. YOU never cooks dinner anymore. YOU changed. YOU is not sweet anymore. YOU is not romantic anymore. YOU is crazy. YOU is lying. YOU is unworthy. YOU is too much. YOU has crossed the line.
And last but not the least. There is US. US is friendly, caring and selfless. US is so in love. US will do everything for love. It’s US against the world. US is a pair. US is destined. US is match made by heaven. US is ideal. US is soul mates. US is fair. US loves. US gives. US forgives. US forgets. US understands. US is willing to understand. US unwinds. US takes vacation. US gives time. US finds time. US makes time. US shares. US is in bliss. US remembers. US cherishes precious moments. US sees eternity. US sees the future. US makes the future. US makes impossible, possible. US sees the world beautiful. US finds peace. US is at peace.
In the end I accepted the curse, YOU was found, and both once again fell in love and they became US.
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