Me and my boyfriend, we been toing and froing like an old rusty gate in the wind. One day it’s all sunshine and flowers, next day it’s like a dark cloud settled in. It ain’t easy, this relationship thing. We try to talk, but sometimes it feels like we’re speaking different languages, ya know?
They say communication is key, like a good strong lock on a henhouse door. But sometimes, it feels like we lost the key somewhere in the tall grass. We gotta find it, though. Ain’t no good having a henhouse if the foxes can just waltz right in, is there?
I try to listen, I really do. Like when you’re listening for the dinner bell, you gotta pay attention. But sometimes his words, they just go in one ear and out the other. It’s like trying to catch a greased piglet at the county fair. Gotta slow down, I reckon. Take a deep breath. Maybe count to ten, like when you’re waiting for the biscuits to rise.
He says I gotta be clear, like a clean window on a sunny day. No point in mumblin’ and grumblin’. Gotta say what I mean, and mean what I say. And I gotta use them “I” words, like “I feel” or “I need.” Like when you want more gravy, you gotta say, “I want more gravy!” Can’t just sit there and hope someone reads your mind.
We gotta talk every day, they say. Like watering your garden, gotta do it regular or things will wither and dry up. But it ain’t always easy. Some days, you just wanna be quiet, like a mouse in a church. But you gotta make the effort, like churning butter. It’s hard work, but the results are worth it. I guess daily talk is important for a good relationship.
And sometimes, we gotta give each other space. Like when you’re planting seeds, you can’t just throw ’em all in a pile. Gotta give ’em room to grow. Too much closeness can be like too much fertilizer, can burn the roots. So we gotta step back sometimes, let each other breathe. I should not always call him or meet him.
- First, I try not to talk to him all the time.
- I don’t go where he usually hangs out.
- I act like I don’t care what he does.
- And I don’t answer his calls.
It’s like that old saying, “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Maybe it’s true. Maybe a little time apart is like a good rain after a long drought. Makes everything fresh and new again.
This relationship, it’s like a patchwork quilt. Lots of different pieces, some bright, some faded. We gotta sew ’em together, make something beautiful. It ain’t always easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is. Gotta keep stitching, even when your fingers get sore. And if we make a mistake, well, we just rip it out and start again. That’s life, ain’t it? Just keep on keepin’ on. Good communication is hard but we gotta keep trying.
Gotta remember why we started this whole thing in the first place. Back when we were young and foolish, full of dreams and laughter. We gotta find that spark again, like finding a four-leaf clover in a field of green. It’s there somewhere, I know it is. We just gotta keep looking.
So, we keep toing and froing, my boyfriend and me. Like a couple of old boats on a choppy sea. Sometimes we bump into each other, sometimes we drift apart. But we’re tied together, somehow. Like two socks in a drawer, we might get mismatched sometimes, but we always end up together in the end. And that’s something, ain’t it? That’s relationship.
I reckon we’ll figure it out. We’re both stubborn as mules, but we got good hearts. And we care about each other, even when we’re driving each other crazy. That’s love, I guess. A little bit of sweet, a little bit of sour. Like a good rhubarb pie, you need both to make it just right.
Maybe one day we’ll be like one of them old couples you see, sitting on the porch swing, holding hands. Still toing and froing, but in a gentle, easy way. Like the breeze through the willow tree, soft and steady. That’s what I hope for, anyway. A love that lasts, like a good strong oak. That’s the dream, ain’t it? That’s what everyone is searching for, a good relationship and communication.
