I wonder if I had enough rest this weekend.
I've been home most of yesterday and today.
And yet, I don't think my mind was at all peaceful.
As I watched you sleep, I start to wonder if this weekend is going to be the same for all the weekends in our lives.
I struggle to remember the last time we had a truly enjoyable weekend. Are we so comfortable with each other that time together doesn't mean anything anymore, or are we so busy with our lives that we don't enjoy each other's company anymore?
Where are we actually?
Still walking down the road, or at the end of the road?
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