Why You Should Keep Fighting For That Porch Swing


Calliope now,

Sitting here, next to him on the front porch swing, holding his wrinkly, hard-worked hand, I look into his deep blue eyes. Those same blue eyes you’ve stared into day after day. The eyes that have looked at you with urgent passion and other times with burning rage. And still other times they stared at you with inconsolable sadness. In those eyes, I see the whole world. My world.
Even though our hands are now a little bit more rugged and crooked, they still fit together perfectly, just as our tired old bodies still fit together like puzzle pieces when we snuggle on the couch, the way we’ve always done, night after night. Even though our bodies have changed, aged, and gotten more fragile, they still fit together as though they were made to fit perfectly together, like a key fits into a keyhole, made only for that one keyhole and none other. When we lie together like that, even though we do every night, it still feels new. It still feels like home.

Right now, you both still dream of this day when you’ll sit together on your dream home’s front porch swing, on the wrap-around porch. I’m here now, though, and it’s just as beautiful as you dream it will be.

All those little arguments you have, and all the times you make the choice to work it out, they’re all worth it. When you get here, to this porch swing, you’ll be so glad you fought for it. Every fight, every make-up, every hug, kiss and touch…those all add up to this moment in time that you look so much forward to.

He’s always gotten better looking with age. You’ve known that for a while now. He continues to do that, too. Now, with his tanned, reliable face, he looks better than ever. His mouth is still the same, with his luscious deep pink lips that cradle his perfect, white teeth. The only difference is that now it has a bit more character to it, with laugh lines that are there because of all the times you made him laugh. His deep blue eyes – are still as deep blue; except now, they are surrounded with subtle lines of worry, put there during times when you fought,  struggled through hard times, or lay awake waiting for your teenage daughter to get home safely. His face is even more handsome now because your life together has helped to shape it. Your experiences together have molded his face, with all it’s new and beautiful lines, to what it is today. Just as your life together has sculpted your own face into the mature countenance it is now, with laugh lines and worry lines he put there.

There is no greater accomplishment in my life than this…this lifelong, unconditional, unwavering love that has carried me through every up and down of my crazy life. No other friendship has meant more to me. After all the friends that have entered and exited your life, he is still the one who is by your side. He is the one friend who has known the deepest parts of you and still remained. He is the only one who never gave up on you, was always there for you, and will continue to be until his dying breath.

So, quit worrying about all those so-called friends you’ve had and lost. Don’t fret about the new ones that may come and go. Enjoy their presence while you have it, but don’t let their absence affect you negatively. Because after all is said and done, when you’re old and gray, he will still be the one friend who never let you down. He is the one friend who will be by your side on that front porch swing.

Futuristically yours,

Calliope then


9 thoughts on “Why You Should Keep Fighting For That Porch Swing”

  1. Thank you very much. It makes me happy when something I write affects people. I always appreciate your input, good or bad. I havent quite figured out how to size the photos correctly, so yes, help is appreciated. I’m not sure what happened with the paragraphs. I think I started new paragraphs on a new line but with no space and no indentation. I’m not sure why… lol


      1. I got these pictures from Google images. I’ve tried going in and changing the size of the first pic but it didn’t do anything. I was able to correct the paragraphs.


        1. I think you’re limited to whatever size they were on Google Images. If you don’t mind, when you use photos that’s not yours, attribute them to the originator. Like, courtesy of “blah blah.” Or via “blah blah.” I want to keep the blog close to original and I don’t want owners of the photos to complain. If you notice, especially on all my recent posts with photos, I give credit where I got it from or I use my own, even if it’s random.


  2. This was soooo beautiful 🙂 You’re really rounding out this blog into a beautiful shaped circle. I hope to have someone soon who I can fight with over that porch swing too. Before I even read this I knew it was gone be an emotional letter when I saw the headline and two pictures. Again. This was beautiful 🙂

    P.S. Did you want the photos that size or bigger? I barely can see the first one. Also, Did you intend on having paragraph breaks or one long one? I can fix if you need.


    1. No problem..So would I just put “Google images” in it? I’m so sorry. I thought it automatically put that info in there. Now that I know I will be sure to do it.


      1. It’s nothing wrong with that but what I would suggest is going back one step further. When you click on those images it should state what site/person it came from. But for instance, if I get a picture from Twitter, I just state “via Twitter” because it’s so hard to pinpoint the owner of the picture. Don’t take this as “rules.” This is just best blogging practices. Like you own your content in those letters, photographers own their pictures. I wouldn’t want no one using our work without crediting us 🙂


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