Wooing The Damn Woman

Oh yeah, all right
Are you going to be in my dreams
And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make

Sometimes he called her “the damn woman” and wondered how the hell they had reached this place.

They had spent years promising the world to each other, madly in love and determined to make it work regardless of the hurdles and complications.

And when they hadn’t been declaring their love and asking how they could be addicted to another they had pretended that there were no feelings left.

Just ask them and they’ll tell you about they had moved on and never looked back except their actions made it look like they belonged in a romantic comedy.

You know the thing where the man and woman work extra hard to ignore the other person and twice as hard to make sure they knew everything that was going on in the other person’s life.

In the movies they always ended up back together, always shared some magic moment where they declared their undying love.


The quote made him laugh because it was true.

She was crazy and he was stupid but whether it was because of or in spite of the other he never could decide.

John, Paul, George and Ringo were onto something because he never did know if she would show up in his dreams.

It wasn’t common but it wasn’t all that unusual either.

Most of the time when it happened it was so real he would wake up swearing he could smell and or touch her.

He’d roll over and expect that she would come out of the bathroom or kitchen and climb back into bed with him.

Once not so long ago she told him she had never loved another so deeply and strongly as she had loved him and that it scared her and that was why she stayed away.

He didn’t know what to do with it, could be true, could be false.

If he held her in his arms and looked in her eyes he might know, or might get lost.

That damn woman made him crazy and stupid or maybe he was already such things. Given he was already juggling chainsaws and torches it was hard to have perspective.

Just had to manage things a little bit longer and he would find more peace and more peace of mind.

He was so damn close, just a few more steps, just a little bit longer.

As he walked through the night he sang the words softly again and appreciated the obvious truth within.,

Oh yeah, all right
Are you going to be in my dreams
And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make

It is always about the love you make.

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