It won't last. Take it from me,you are kidding yourself.
No,this is no crazy woman ranting from her weird smelling,cat infested house. It's true. Relationships have an expiry date. For most,its 6 months after which,like your pasta sauce,it starts to rot. While for other incurable romantics,it could go on up to 2 years or even more (sigh). But then it will inevitably,awfully,slap-you-in-the-face way,go kaput.
And that's the day you'll have no ice cream in the freezer.
And while it'll seem like the end of the world..what with blotchy eyes,a splitting headache,innumerable rhetorical "why me??" and sad music that plays in your head alone..it's probably not.
Face it. Stale pasta sauce had to go.
The problem with relationships is that,they are an exhaustible resource. So you hit your high,and everything around you is rainbowy and you are walking on clouds,making a complete fool of yourself without a care in the world (flashes of facebook fun is not pretty in hindsight,huh?). And even as you try to believe it will last this time - it has to,considering how absolutely perfect it is - you know you are no superman. Or the owner of invisible cartoon rockets that come out of your kick ass leather boots.
So you fall from your clouds. Hard. On your butt with no 'strong arms' to catch you,and you are back where you started: Single,slightly sick,and if you are a fool like me,friendless.
So you fall from your clouds. Hard. On your butt with no 'strong arms' to catch you,and you are back where you started: Single,slightly sick,and if you are a fool like me,friendless.
And the worst part is,a year later,you are willing to do it again. You are willing to lick your old wounds,pack away some memories and start again - with a new 'the one',a new set of hopes..if only to feel the clouds underneath your feet one more time. Because the thrill of a first date,a first kiss,a first everything is too amazing to pass up on,despite the consequences.
And the cure to the fall,you ask?
Simply the promise of something even better! :)