Friday, May 23, 2014
Close is weird. It's this thing where I know you and you know me. Like, really know each other. How we talk about the real things going on in our hearts and lives. Layers and layers below the surface. I've helped you clean up your baby's puke before and you've held my hair back while I writhed on the bathroom floor.
Close is a man and wife in all their glory. Ideally knowing the most intimate parts of each other. All the most intimate parts.
But what happens when the closeness changes? If one of us pulls back? Or if someone moves deeper still and the other stays put? How do you fix relationships with history that should have never needed fixing?
This Life? Relationships? They're hard and messy. When to stay? When to go? And what I really want from my friendships are ladies who are willing to keep moving forward. Closer. Even when it gets messy. And it will get messy. And you will fail and be failed.
But if you want something real, something lasting then you have to keep pursuing closeness. Keep running hard. Keep going deeper.
Keep on moving close.
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