They Never Got You

He gets her. HER. But he doesn't GET her. She is OK with that. And they get me. ME. But they don't GET me. And I am going to work on being OK with THAT.

A last minute trip to Chicago, with a bottle of wine and several Mandarin and sodas in, we both got that. We GOT THAT.

Not everyone is comfortable in the realm of what they don't know. It's a pretty fucking scary place, actually. But that's where we LIVE. We seek the intersection of that which we know we don't know, and that which we don't know we don't know. We can't imagine being anywhere else.

She is proud of my "skills." And for having big dreams. But mostly for using my "skills" to make those big dreams happen. I love her for not having to ask why I insist. On everything.

I am proud of her vision. And for never settling. Despite every compromise. Her big dreams are coming. Their reality is just a few hardworking days, up all nights, and beautiful mornings away, too. I know it.

Having articulated everything I haven't been able to say to anyone in person the past few months, I realize I miss her most when she is sitting right next to me. Nodding in agreement. Calling a bluff. Indulging bad habits. And reminding.

"You
when you were breaking up
they was just waking up
and back in that place where you come from
did it pay to play along
that's where I'm coming from
I'll roll it myself or just let it be
cause I never got them and they never got me."

- "They Never Got You" by Spoon. From the album Gimme Fiction.

*On June 4, I'll be running that 2/3 mile for you, EMI.*