Ordinary People

Girl Im in love with you
This ain't the honeymoon
Past the infatuation phase
Right in the thick of love
At times we get sick of love
It seems like we argue everyday

I know I misbehaved
And you made your mistakes
And we both got room left to grow
And though love sometimes hurts
I still put you first
And we'll make this thing work
But I think we should take it slow

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cuz we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow

This ain't a movie no
No fairy tale conclusion ya'll
It gets more confusing everyday
Sometimes it's heaven sent
We head back to hell again
We kiss and we make up on the way

I hang up you call
We rise and we fall
And we feel just like walking away
But as our love advances
We take second chances
Though it's not a fantasy I
Still want you to stay

I heard this for the first time on the way to the cities last week. Every line seemed to describe exactly what I was feeling - what we'd been through. Missing the spark of things being new but finding comfort in the security of someone who knows you inside and out. Realizing that relationships have stages and each has its benefits and that it's only a waste of time to wish to go backwards.
Seeing friends enter in to new relationships makes me want it to be a year ago. I would leave him random notes and make him dinner. Today I was getting food in the union and I looked to see if he was sitting at 'his table'. I knew he wouldn't be, but a little part of me wanted to see him there, reading the paper, just waiting to distract me. Those were the days when we couldn't spend enough time together. Even if we just did homework, it was comforting to be in the same room. Everything was new and it made me feel alive. I still have that feeling sometimes, like when we have conversations that go on forever or when he laughs - not the routine laugh, but the joyful one - that one that not many people see. For the most part the newness is gone, replaced by a security and unconditional support and a comfort that comes from knowing it's not infatuation - that our beginning has lead us here.