She was too big for him, he was too big for her; that was the truth. The relationship had never really progressed, it had simply fallen apart into a series of fragments.
She embodied everything that he'd ever wanted out of a life partner; spontaneity, humor, intelligence, sexiness.
He embodied everything that she'd ever wanted out of a life partner; sexiness, intelligence, humor, spontaneity.
Almost as if looking into a mirror. Almost as if they were soulmates. Almost as if they were twins.
To say he was scared is an overstatement. Nervous is more like it. He treated her like a Fabergé egg; put her on a pedestal that she never wanted to be on.
He knew this, yet he did it anyway.
In some ways, she was scared too. Too many times she thought to herself that this type of relationship doesn't exist, that the major issue was that there were no major issues. It made her nervous.
They parted ways, without communication, without acknowledgment. A series of fragments. Different people came along and picked up what pieces were left, but none were salvageable.
He missed looking at her; a forest that he could lose himself forever in: and almost did.
She missed being with him; quirky yet humorous charm, a sense of being and self realization.
Yet, for every time they thought about doing the dance again, another partner stepped in, the music would change, or the party would end.
For what seemed to be the first time in human history, 'what was' turned into 'what if'.
How disappointing for them. No glue to bond them together again. No bond strong enough to hold them together again. No more together again. The fantasy shattered.
Pieces, pieces.
Tiny. Splintering. Painful. Pieces.
3 comments:
I've been in this predicament maybe once or twice in my life.
Wow this is deep and very profound I've always wondered why when we r so jaded we run from the very thing that is the best for us
Sad story...but who knows what the future holds...I had this same situation, but he came back to me :)
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