In the end, I am sure this will all make sense. Every little piece of this giant puzzle will fit beside each other perfectly and you and I will look at it together and understand. But, until that time comes, I can't help but be confused.
Why must we spend these hours alone? What lesson do we learn by being forced apart? What good does it bring to anyone?
I don't even bother to entertain the idea that all of this failure is to teach us something about ourselves and then send us on our separate ways. It just isn't possible that two people can fit so perfectly and so right to find themselves in two different lives down the road.
Being forced away from you has taught me a few things. Our time together is too valuable to spend it arguing or in miscommunication. Regardless of how anyone else in this world might choose to spend their time together — with secret objections and unvoiced complaints — ours is best spent living purely and honestly. In this we will live without fear of hidden thoughts or an internal case of the not-good-enoughs. We will know each other's concerns well enough to calm them before they become reactive and, above everything, we will respect each other.
Maybe that, in itself, is the point.
