Marooned

i say, sailor, we are both marooned on this beach.

-white elephants

i'm no anchor. life's points will cut you.

-personal ad

i'm really getting sick of putting up with his antics.

i'm not sure what he's wanting from me ... a manifestation of my temper? anything to break the ice? internal mental bedlam?

i don't know.

a lot of this is my fault i realize. which may explain the "why" of how he's reacting the way he is.

but i refuse to be bullied. he refuses to be ignored.

in sum, we're both as stubborn as corn.

surely, this is a lesson in both pride and prejudice.

but maybe this is just that. learning. about each other ... about what works and what doesn't. meeting one another half way. finding out about relationships in all its gory (i mean ... gLory).

it's never really over between us.

not until the fat lady sings anyway.

yeah.