Someone to Bruise and Leave Behind

It’s strange how songs, films, books, television etc has convinced us all that true love isn’t true love unless you have to fight for it through dozens of misunderstandings, fights, heartbreaks, miscommunications, machinations, blah blah blah.

I wonder if one of the reasons why so many people break up for a while after they’ve been together a few years, only to get back together soon after, is because we’ve all been conditioned to believe that love has to be a big drama. And if it isn’t, if it’s easy and comfortable and best friend-y and gorgeous, we start to worry that as it’s so easy, as we didn’t have to fight for it, then it isn’t worth as much. So some of us abandon what it easy and perfect and go in search of something complicated and dark and demanding and altogether more dramatic – only to realise pretty quickly that all those kind of relationships do is make you miserable.

When I met Him, it really was effortless. We talked all night, watched the sunrise, kissed a bit, and then about eight o’clock in the morning, twelve hours after we started talking, I lay on the bed, my head resting on His stomach while He stroked my hair… and I knew that He was going to be a part of my life forever. It was that simple.

So I think that’s why I swing between feeling terribly happy and mildly bored/boring. I got so used to every relationship being all about the fighting and the drama, that sometimes I forget how horrible that actually was, and hanker after it a little bit. Stupid drama queen that I am.