I Miss Being Chosen Without a Reason

Dear Delyara, Not chosen for a task. Not chosen because I know where something is. Not chosen because the kids need a decision or the calendar needs confirming or one more adult thing needs an answer. I miss being chosen in that old, useless, human way. Reached for. Looked at. Wanted. Invited close for no reason bigger than love and desire and noticing. My marriage still works. That’s not the issue. It functions beautifully in a lot of practical ways. But sometimes function is exactly what hurts. Because function lets a life continue while the tender parts starve quietly inside it. I think I miss tenderness more than I miss excitement. That feels important to admit.