Relationships cause me to marvel at humanity. How we can go from complete strangers to acquaintances to friends to best friends to one flesh.
Exposing our inner worlds to someone who was just a stranger “seconds” ago. Now they live in our heads, possibly forever. Billboards, posters, advertisements, trailers of the future, flashbacks of the past of them, of us.
One of the greatest annoyances of being in a relationship to me is my lack of perfection. I don’t want to mess up, I don’t want to make any errors as someone has given me precious keys to their heart.
What makes me worthy to be entrusted? Why do I get security clearance into your innermost rooms no one has ever seen? When did we give ourselves with arms wide open, finally vulnerable and trusting enough to smile while doing so?
We read the other’s library. Write in their book of life, they write in ours. We coauthor these chapters. Forever, intertwined.