Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
this new JT album has a whole lotta’ baby makin’ music.
leave it to JT to bring sexy back
Realizing you were gone wasn’t a slow process for me. I didn’t miss you each day for different reasons or at different times. It didn’t come and go in degrees of pain. No. Missing you was like a train that barrels across the tracks without you even realizing it was coming. It flashes by and if you’re close enough it knocks you right off of your feet. It frightens you and winds you and reminds you that things happen so suddenly that are out of our control. Realizing you were gone was that train that fly’s by on the tracks once you have crossed them and you believe you are safe on the other side. You aren’t looking at then there it is, so close you can feel the ground shake and the hairs on your arms move. And then it is gone again, quicker than it came, it seems, and it drives off into the distance like it had never been there at all. Things settle back to normal, you pick yourself up and you continue to walk. You turn your back to the tracks and leave, never planning to return. The train may pass by there every day at the same time, but you won’t be there again. You already made that mistake once.