on marriage

sometimes, this is exactly what our marriage is like. we stand there, toes in the sand, looking at each other, you peering through the lens of a camera and me wearing sunglasses. at best, all we see are blury reflections of ourselves. at worst, a piece of plastic. and it is the arduous, continuous and repetitive, mundane and heart-breaking, sometimes discouraging and infuriating, often hilarious, surrealistic and moving, but always, always rewarding work of this marriage to keep putting away the camera, keep taking off the sunglasses, so we can actually see each other.

'hey! there you are... i know you'.