Catching up with a loved one you’ve longed to be with is such a joy. And the stories bubble up like the fizz you get after opening a bottle of soda, oozing up to the brim.
I can remember how it felt when my then-boyfriend, now fiancé, came back from a week-long work travel. All we ever did was tell each other stories until there were none to give.
When I felt like I was over with all the talking, my fiancé asked, “Do you still have more stories?”
“That’s it for now,” I said.
And there’s more to tell, soon; shall we meet again.
For now, we are shaped by the stories we tell ourselves and we tell others. And as we listen to new ones, we become a different kind of ourselves, hopefully, better.
jessa 