Bad Communication, or, I Don't Know You Anymore
Ficlets and Ficly survivor, FicMom, and Mistress of Well-Intentioned Indecision and Goddess of Unrequited Love. @ElshaHawk @HawkandYoung
There are times like this when I feel you've drifted so far away that I don't know you anymore. The disconnect is so complete that I can't guess what you are doing right now. Your schedule and mine no longer sync up, our timelines are separated, and history disjointed.
Drifted apart is what they say, and we've drifted and come back so many times it no longer hurts to miss you. Who am I to you? Who are you to me? I know who we used to be, but now, we don't know each other.
I'm sure when we talk again, it'll go back to old times; if we really talk. If it becomes this brief small talk here and there and you move on with your life without me, then we'll never have the same connection.
It's the good communication, having long talks, sharing stories, bonding over similar things, sharing the details of our lives, that tie us all together. It's not likes on pictures, tweets of hello, nor thumbs up chats and emojis. Those only are like a band-aid; a thin strand of spider's floss between two points an ocean away.
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This is exactly how I felt about the last two or three years of my marriage. Somewhere along the way, we lost the ability to communicate and talk to each other. We became strangers living under the same roof -- until we didn't anymore. I still miss it, even if I don't necessarily miss her, per se. I just miss that kind of relationship, that kind of intimacy and closeness with someone. Social media is nice for keeping in contact with people, but it will never replace live, in-person contact and communication.
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