Creative differences
When you fall in love, or are pursuing the object of your affection, you make leaps and bounds, you cross middle earth just to put a smile on their face. You want them to feel that you are so into them, that you will drop everything, stop anything to be by their side.
But what happens after a few years or months?
Do the feelings dissipate entirely or are you “used to” them?
You get comfortable, you take them for granted, and all of a sudden it becomes a chore to show them affection.
They ask you nicely, they may even pathetically beg for you to remind them as to why you want to be in this for the long haul, but you cease to show concern. You may even start to push them away.
When you both know it’s over but neither of you can speak it verbally.
Second chances don’t come for everyone.
Secretly you want to die inside. The pain of absence lingers like the horrid stench in the morgue. But you keep trying. They keep failing. And yet you still love them so much.
How do they prove it now?
Before they would leave anything and go anywhere and now “circumstances” litigate what happens. Real life dictates where and what you do, but yet weeks ago they would drive a hundred miles for a second with you.
These days they can see the pain in your eyes, see the years fall from your over exhausted eyes and albeit you’re emotionally exhausted you stay.
Why?
Sadly we all want someone to chase us so that we feel wanted. It determines our worth.
Do they ever go out of their way to show you love.
Does she write you love notes or does he pick a flower to see the smile you’d make?
Do they even try?
What’s in a name?
We’ve all read Shakespeare.
Life isn’t really this poetic romantic bull shit the movies make you dream for.
The pet names your significant other bestows upon you create this barrier either between you or around you.
For example, honey bun irritates the living fuck out of me. His pet name for his last love. How original call me the same.
It’s not like baby which is so lame and expected but it’s not even create enough to make me gush.
Create differences is what I call it.
You can’t make love up.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t force someone to love you.
To follow you.
To give up everything and start over somewhere new.
Gravity will always pull them back to where they belong unless they make the conscious choice to have a new dawn.
Until then it’s like the film Interstellar.
You’re dreaming of what could be. You’re looking at the alternate reality as if it’s going to happen but it won’t.
A relationship is built by two and torn down by one.
Pain is inevitable.
What can you say to the one who just gave up….