The drive home...

On my drive home today I saw a car pulled over on the country highway. I did not give it much thought until I saw a couple standing close by locked in an embrace. The woman was crying and the man held her tight and close, his head and shoulders bending down into her neck. She leaned into him with a need and her body displayed the comfort she felt in his embrace. The tension was palpable and the passion and the absolute inability to be apart. It was all there to see.

A lovers spat that resulted in one of them storming out? The other ran after... to clarify, to speak what needed to be said, to love, to show the love, to need and be needed.

I was locked into their drama for the split second that it took for me to drive past them.

As I drove on away, I was envious. Of the passion that met it's match. Of the lover who was held on to tight.

I wanted that. To be, and be with, someone who would not be afraid to love. Who would not let me walk away. Whom I could not let walk away

I wanted that. To be one half of that exquisite dynamic. To find a true match. From whom I could not be parted, nor he from me.

I have had that in the past... but only one side of it and the sides alternate.

-I love with a passion and it is matched but things happen and when I walk away no one has come after me.
-I have not gone after someone who left.
-I have been loved but not felt a passion in return.
-I have loved with a passion that was unrequited.

As I drove away, I thought... I want that.