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Beauty in the Normal

Updated on August 21, 2016

Once Upon a Time

Not too long ago...

we spent endless nights,

trying to figure out where it was exactly....

we were going.

I remember the first night

we were supposed to meet.

I bailed on you, and met with someone else

because I was afraid,

of what I'm still not sure.

I only know that that night, was a mistake

that I often look back on and think


and then I think of the next night.

The night in which I put aside whatever I was scared or confused about,

and showed up.

And when I got out of the car and walked toward your smile

my definition of "showing up" changed forever...

I wanted to kiss you so bad!

You wasted no time, leaning in to kiss me

because you and I were both so starved

for the feelings involved

that we couldn't help but run toward them.



pull... and glow.

Kissing you made me want to cry,

because whatever feeling I was pushing toward you

you were pushing right back.

And It had been so long

since anyone had done that with honesty

to me...

That night we made love

in your car,

and it wasn't slutty or cheap,

it was beautiful!

And you knew it.

We fit perfectly...

A term that I always thought was made up to make authored romances seem more intense.

Turns out,

it happens in real life too.

I couldn't stop kissing you,

every kiss quenched something inside of me that I thought I had shut down...

to protect myself.

Because the last time that I had that,

it withered and died,

and I suffered inside the thing that once gave me life.

But I couldn't help it,

and I stepped back,

and took my walls down,

and ran through them towards you...

Every time I saw you

was like the first time,

only better,

because I knew what was coming

and because of what I've been through.

I kept expecting it to die out, slow down, or lose its intensity,

and it didn't!

It grew.

It shot us forward so quickly

anyone would say it was too fast.

But it wasn't.

Fears were overshot by the force created within and between us,

the need to not let this stop or slow.

So we moved our kids into this house and started living like we'd been together all along.

Like this was always our normal.

And I wonder,

how can it be normal when at least once a day I look around and think

"no way".

There's no way that all you still have to do is kiss me

and i'm sent right back to that night

when I walked toward your smile.

Only now

our kids are tucked in tight.

We pay our bills and work together to keep evil out, and happy in.

And just when I get a moment when I'm doing the dishes and feeling like every other woman on the block,

you come up behind me

and you brush the hair away from my neck,

and you kiss me...

and just like that, I'm not doing dishes.

We're back leaning against your car forcing ourselves to get as close to each other as possible.

If this is normal,

then I guess I finally get

the beauty in the normal.


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    • sligobay profile image

      sligobay 4 years ago from east of the equator

      Hello Pink'um. Your normal is pretty intense and wonderful. You could not write it if you weren't feeling it. I am so happy for you and miss your writing. Perhaps our paths will cross again along the bank of a sunny river.

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      CM Sullivan 4 years ago from California

      Keeping the passion flowing in a sea of normalness, and kids is one of the hardest things to do. Most of the time one or the other is sooner or later, yanked out of that sea by someone else and left flopping and breathless, and alone on a dock in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, a little bitter remorse caused by your words, which by the way were fucking beautiful. You are lucky to have such passion in your life that it flows through your mind and hands onto such awesome hubs.

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      Nikki Wicked 4 years ago from Louisiana

      Normal is not quite so overrated here. This is the kind of normal we long for. I know the feeling of waiting for it to end or something bad to happen, or him or you to fuck things up, but sometimes it just keeps on being normal. being good, and even though some bad things will always happen, its never enough to make the normal fall apart. if anything itll make it stronger and more beautiful. I am happy for you.