I'm Seeing Someone
You told me today that you were seeing someone. It’s been two months since we’ve had a rendezvous. In total, we have spent maybe 20 days together. I’m just guessing. I don’t do math here. That’s your job.
I played it cool. I wished you well. We said we would stay in touch.
Miles away, you have an impact on me. Small moments every day are dedicated to you in my mind. A song on Spotify. A blog post. A rug. A pair of elephant pants. A smell.
Each time it’s the same. I stand taller. My cheeks get rosy. My mind wanders to a breeze, a bite, a smack. Sometimes my stomach twists a bit because I’m not sure what to do with these moments. It punctuates my busy days—a comma that leads to a deep breath.
Maybe I wasn’t forthcoming enough with these thoughts. Maybe it was bad timing. May it was the distance. Maybe this is temporary. If it is temporary, then during the pause, I’ll hustle, I’ll dance, I’ll keep cracking jokes. Life is so beautiful to me. It’s already a painting I like to create.
I bet she’s beautiful and fun. I bet you crack her up. I bet your ass looks amazing.
I don’t have a plan for what my painting looks like. I barely have a plan for the next brush strokes. I do know I think you look nice next to me. If you ever feel like being the pallet from which I take my colors, let me know.
Megan is a freelance writer, blogger, and content specialist based in Richmond, VA.
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