“Give them time to get it right.” He said, imaging himself as Golum and this the fated conversation beside the pond.
“Why?” His other half was born of discontent, pride, and more than a little expectation of privilege. This side had no cause to wait and thus was likely the better looking version, with a fresh haircut, better tone, less belly, and actual credit with which to build a wardrobe and a life.
“Because it really isn’t going to do any good to pressure them. I’ll bet they don’t even know enough to tell you where they are in the process.”
“They know enough to know they aren’t done and we know enough to know that service has been interrupted for days. If this were a website that generated revenue—as it should be—we’d be losing money right now. I know you can’t stand to lose money, even if I’ve made enough good choices to do so on my end.” His end was a beautiful office that was the cornerstone of a beautiful house filled with a wife, 6 kids, and all of the color and style it could hold. He wanted to hold their talk here, beyond the mirror, but they held it somewhere inbetween in the nowhere space of metal and glass. He continued, “How long are you willing to wait?”
“I’m… I’m not sure. It’s only been three days.”
“Yes, but after six? Nine? When is enough enough? When will you be ready to act?”
“Act more like you?” He folded his arms.
“There isn’t anything wrong with acting a little more like me. We are best in the middle, where there is still enough push and pull for both sides to be happy and not dominant. Balance.”
“Ying and Yang.” His arms remained folded, his voice low.
“Yes, though there is far more of one than the other as of late. Perhaps as of twenty years ago. When I have my moments to creep out we do so well and then you take back over. We are supposed to be an us.”
“You know what we lose by me ceding ground to you.”
“No, I don’t. I know its hard. I know you see it in your head like chipping plaque off teeth, like breaking free from ice. I know you’re struggling with the pain involved, but I also know that it is the same way you still feel every time you’re at the edge of the water and hesitate before that first step in.”
“I don’t do that so much anymore.” His arms loosened to fall by his side.
“No, but once it hits your belly…” He shrugged. “First steps. Baby steps. Let’s try this thing together.”
“Together.”