the long game

We’re playing the long game. We share things, we’re lovers, we slip in and out of each other’s lives like jackets hanging on the back of a door. Relationships are like instruments, they must be played, kept in tune, the carnal and the corny balanced, carefully, like sections of an orchestra. Sometimes, I feel that I have to bring the energy, BE the entertainment - and I can do that - in spades but not forever - I’m not a tireless-giver - in fact, I'm atavistically Parisien (we admit loving nothing). I’m learning that when a relationship’s conducted, at great remove, the basics - like punctuality, dependability and preparation - become a big deal. When I’m in an optimistic headspace, I think we can do it, maybe, that we know what we want and who we are. That we’re playing the long game