I started thinking of my oldest friend, I’ll call Josh, who ten years or so ago remarried his ex wife. I’ve heard it said, that’s like breaking back into jail, but merely one perspective.
He was thrilled on the other hand.
But what raised my eyebrows was when she demanded separate bedrooms. I recall thinking…is this really what you yearn for when you’re about to get married, even if it’s to the same person?
The times in my life when I’ve been in love, I couldn’t get close enough. Separate rooms? Hell, I wanted to live in my lover’s pocket and play with his change (among other things).
In my opinion, her request was a huge red flag, but felt in no position to comment.
The actress, Lauren Bacall, died last week of a massive stroke. She was 89. I hauled out her first book…By Myself (1985), in remembrance.
What came to mind as I lay sleepless, was the part when Humphrey Bogart was so sick. He didn’t want her to sleep beside him…felt it was too much to ask considering his condition.
She wrote, and I’ll paraphrase: I didn’t feel that way. I wanted to be near him…feel him close, hold his hand.
That’s how it is when you love someone. It doesn’t matter of they’re at half throttle or not, you want to be there wrapped around them like ticker tape.
One of my biggest regrets not to mention heartaches, was not being at the bedside of the late Bill Hicks. He too didn’t want anyone there surrounded only by family, dying at his parent’s home in Little Rock, Arkansas. I certainly understood, but it didn’t diminish my desire to be close.
If you’re lucky enough to be with the one you love, cuddle up a little closer, as the song suggests…don’t wait.
Climb in that pocket.
Entwine those arms and legs…like ticker tape.