Again & Again

Through all the twists and turns, you turned to me and said, "Where are you taking me? This is crazy." Smiling, I led you down another staircase, towards the elevator. You were putting your blind trust in me, your senses were completely thrown off with every new room, hallway, staircase, and elevator we entered. You paused to look out a window facing the courtyard, and I whispered, "Isn't it pretty?" Because you would never admit it, but you were impressed by the sheer size of the place, by the myriad of floors accompanying it, and my ability to navigate through it. Yes, maybe there is a less complicated way of reaching our destination, but when have I ever taken the easy way to anything? And, once a reliable route is found, why would the most-easily-lost girl in Boston ever think to stray from that route? "I'm glad that I'm not driving," you sighed, laughing at the volume and insanity of the drivers around us. And that is just the way that I want it to stay: with me always in control, always in the driver's seat, and you forever the watchman, looking for openings in the traffic and looking to me for leadership.