Perspective is an interesting thing. Things emerge against the backdrop of it all. You ask yourself how you missed it. How you could be so happily naïve. Because it was fairly obvious. Telling in the smalls things. No planning of a shared future. No dreaming. No moments of imagining. No shaping of what could be. But that’s ok. It really is. Because right from the start I knew what I was in for. I just wish I’d listened. Paid a little more attention. Spent a little more time hearing you and a little less time hearing me. And ultimately, in the context of it all. I know. I know even this is naïve. That it was always more complicated than that. But somewhere along the line my heart stopped hoping. Hoping for more, hoping for a partner in the grand adventure of it all. And then it was too late. Too late to change the unspoken things. All too late to mend the things so loudly unsaid. And so it is.