“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.” ~Bob Marley~
Most normal people I know want this. The entire package. The whole she-bang. I had this once. After I was separated from the Dreaded Ex. It was pretty damn wonderful. And then it wasn't...
I know I said I wouldn't post about this subject again, but something that someone that means something to me said to me recently triggered this thought that has been percolating in my brain and made me think about how I was seeing relationships. Everything I see as far as relationships go is black and white. No gray, no permutations about anything. No pixelated colors. And everything is made up of pixelated colors. TONS of varying shades, nuances of color. Not just black, white and gray...but every color imaginable. All hues and tones. What do I mean? Let me tell you a story.
My maternal grandparents were in an arranged marriage. My Gran was 17 and my Poppa was 21 (I think) when they wed. They weren't madly in love. They didn't have romantic designs on one another. My Gran didn't want to marry Poppa. She was actually in love with another...the man she was originally supposed to marry. Yet, my grandparents had ten children together. They built a life together. They worked hard and raised their family together. And love was built. Respect was fostered and grew over time. Trust was created. And these two that were pushed together for whatever reasons, grew to love one another. Truly. How do I know this? I saw evidence of their love with my own eyes when they were visiting my family in Seattle when I was a teenager. My Granny and Poppa were older, I can't remember exactly how old. But it was right before my Gran got diagnosed with cancer about twenty years ago.
My Poppa and Granny hadn't ever been to Washington together. My Gran had come down all by herself before, but my Poppa had always stayed in Alaska. Until this trip. Over half-way into their vacation, we were on a ferry crossing Puget Sound. It was a lovely, sunny summer day, and there was a slight breeze over the water. In addition to the occasional blast from boats passing in the Sound, the cry of seagulls and the wind were the only noises outside. We were out on the observation deck, looking out over the expanse of slate blue water as we glided through the waves at a brisk chop. My siblings and I were pointing at things and watching the other boats or the skyline over the water when I turned to look at my grandparents. They were walking together.
Poppa was wearing one of his many plaid shirts, and a dark pair of slacks and tennis shoes. His silver shot hair was always cropped short, close to his head. His body was bent and gnarled from many years of backbreaking work, so he had this sort of ambling gait-sometimes limping when his knees or hips gave him trouble. My Gran was always a petite woman. She reminded me of a little bird. Delicate. Tiny. Beautiful. Gran was always a beautiful woman. Even in her age, and through this beginning stage of her sickness that we weren't aware of. She had her slightly-graying, black hair pulled back in hair combs to the side of her head and the long strands woven in a plait down the center of her back. Her clothes were starting to hang on her. The loose fitting button down shirt and slacks made her look even younger, like an old girl trying on her mothers or older sisters clothes.
At any rate, I just happened to catch seeing my grandparents at a time that they didn't know any of us were watching them. Silently, they walked together. All the years of adversity behind them, they were at their leisure having the very first vacation together of their lives. They walked slowly away from us, in comfortable silence, as only those who know one another well can. Just before I happened to turn my head away, I caught movement. My Poppa gently took my Gran's hand in his. They clasped their hands together, and I saw my Poppa give my Gran a small squeeze before they walked hand in hand together.
It was one of the most intimate scenes of my life. I had to look away. It wasn't the wind that made my eyes glassy and tear up, it was seeing pure love. The kind you don't read about in story books. The kind that has survived the death of a child together, heartbreaking loss together, backbreaking work, and every conceivable challenge together. It was intimate because my grandparents weren't affectionate with one another. It was as if I had taken a peek into a realm I never knew existed. They truly loved one another. It shouldn't be a surprise to most people that love exists between two people that spent the majority of their lives together, but I was a little shocked. It is a memory I cherish.
Even at that age, I knew I wanted that someday. That love that grows through anything. The love that is slow, steady and strong. Unexpected love. Today, I look at myself and know that I won't have THAT. Ever. I refuse on moral grounds. Besides, I have realized that I choose men who are unavailable in some way. Emotionally, geographically or physically. I don't know if I will ever get past that. I don't know that I have it in me. And I definitely don't want to love any of them. Not willingly. I keep them close enough to enjoy and push away when it gets too real, past the point when someone stops being fixated what he sees on the outside of my body and starts seeing the mess I have going on inside. Because I'm a mess. Fucked up beyond all reason.
Am I cynical? Definitely. Wouldn't YOU be if you had my experiences? Terrified of ever allowing anyone to see me so vulnerable that they could destroy my world? Absolutely. Hesitant of giving someone my heart with the hopes they won't abuse or crush it? Definitely.
What made me think about all this again? Someone I trust has reminded me that relationships aren't cut and dried or black and white like I see them. There isn't a tried and true recipe for relationships that will allow each one of us to have the twittering birds and sweet flowers. Sometimes relationships aren't like that.
I may not believe in romantic love for me, but I do believe that you can share things with someone that are so intense, so important and life-changing that you can get close as possible. Expand emotion. Push limits of what feels safe to you, knowing they'll be there to catch you when you fall. Communicate fully so that you may understand one another's wants and needs completely. Share in experiences that you don't feel comfortable sharing with anyone else.
I'm at least willing to do that. But, with someone I feel safe with. Someone I know that isn't going to be there all the time, because I don't want to rely on anyone. Someone that can't have me in his every day life, because if he's in mine I might actually miss him. Someone whose role is clearly defined, because I don't like surprises. Someone who is unattainable, because if I could have him, what would I do with him?
Sometimes two broken people can be together and somehow, their brokenness isn't as terrible. They might find pieces of themselves that fit one another well. Sometimes they fit one another perfectly...
So, rather than think of the fairy tale that isn't realistic, I think I'll be able to see the things that matter in relationships. To go along with the other things in my life that I want to experience truly authentically.
Honesty. Respect. Trust. Admiration. Solicitousness. Compassion. Caring. Seeing the other involved in the relationship with all these things. And making the most of the time in the company of said person. Settling? No. Rethinking what I believe about relationships? Yes.