You know how it goes. It’s an old story. Different names, different places, but it all goes the same way. Two people meet, share experiences, interests, recognize things in common, build a bond, fall in love, and then life pulls back the curtain.

It’s a fascinating process, really. In the beginning, the annoying little things about each other that you discover seem endearing. They create that spark that quickens your thoughts and mesmerizes your soul. Suddenly, the world looks different. More interesting. New. It’s as if you weren’t awake; and then suddenly you are. Secure in what you see and how you feel. There’s an unspoken comfort in that. Almost like, you’re the only two people on the planet that has discovered the secret elixir to happiness. Invincible. Bullet proof.

Promises are made. Bodies and minds are melded. Suddenly, unknowingly, without any conscious thought about it, the two that was you, start to behave like a one. One unit. You can finish each others sentences, understand each other with just a glance, or a well placed hand. Can’t escape it. It just happens. Like an invisible glue that binds you together. It’s such a beautiful thing. There’s just no other word to describe it. Beautiful. Feeling that connection. That intimate insight into the heart and soul of another person. To the point where, you can feel their emotion, feel their pain, their joy, regardless of where they’re at. You could be miles apart, and yet know somethings up. Is it a “sixth sense”? I truly don’t know. But I’ve experienced it. I’ve felt it. It’s real.

I’ve driven miles for that. Stayed up countless nights. Cleaned up vomit for that. Worked seemingly endless hours. Willingly. Gladly. Putting yourself out there. Taking that risk for the inevitable heartbreak; just to feel it, once again. It’s easy to get lost in a dream like that. Lord knows I’ve had my share of it than most. But that hasn’t stopped me from chasing it. If there was a “prize” to be had in a relationship, that is it.

But it only last so long. Hard to recognize it when you have it and are in it. Time tends to slip away, and what was once so clear and so present just fades away. I could be bitter. Some may say I should. Maybe in some ways I am. But for me, I refuse to accept the reality of the way life sometimes seems. I believe. It still exists. It’s real. Can be found again.

Maybe the next time I’ll be better prepared to recognize it. Value it. Fight for it. Not give it up. Maybe.

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