judecorp | Steady and strong, on and on

She sleeps nearby, on the sofa where she must have dozed off while I was out. She's sick today, sore and tired, and I take some delight in coddling her, keeping her from helping out. She's earned the reprieve, I'm sure, and will get none tomorrow at work. Even as my heart hurts at the thought of it, of our day together, our holiday that she asked off specifically from work, spent in separate rooms, separate worlds.

I went to Harvard without her today, a walk in the sunshine amongst old bricks barely worth the hassle of a trip time doubled by the closing of Charles/MGH. The day is beautiful, gorgeous even, but would be more spledid with her beauty beside me as a benchmark. On the walk home, I had some time to contemplate where we are, where we've been, and the intensity from whence we came together, two souls on a cold beach. There is something powerful between us - something I knew from that first moment - and while it can be terrifying when it is out of sync, in those moments when we are fused, there is nothing else. I imagine that power between us harnessed and molded into a child, her eyes of green and my stubborn streak.

I know that life brings change as surely as it brings death, but for right now I'd prefer to savor that intensity, that love. If only insurance for such importances was available by broker rather than effort and tears.

Sometimes there are no words put to paper that can describe it.