Don’t you just love that feeling that you get when you first meet someone that sparks your interest? Yes! A spark is what ignites the flame, it’s like this burning want to know everything that you could possibly know about this new fascinating being that has been introduced into your life. The high is better than any drug that you can ever imagine, it’s the best- its natural, raw and selfless and you want to hold them till you can feel their heartbeat and yours as one. It’s like you want to lap it all up and their very existence and flow in it. From being together partying, gushing over how you met to every friend or stranger that you meet and making it the most important thing to know so that the person has nothing but to listen to you like their life depended on it.
Eyes locked across the room like no one else exists, not leaving their hand for fear of losing them for that moment that could bring you immeasurable pain that you couldn’t possibly survive.
Give it 3 months or 6 or maybe a year and then you start noticing the human-ness of this unicorn that was – it has gradually deteriorated into a horse and now all it seems is like a hybrid between a donkey and something that resembled a pony at some point. Things like the laundry isn’t done and it’s all over the place or that they still haven’t deleted that godforsaken Tinder app or that you’ve been waiting all night when they’ve been out partying when you clearly didn’t want to go out assuming that they would get the hint and stay home and spend ‘quality’ time with you without your mentioning it.
Because hello? Isn’t he/she supposed to be your soul mate and they can hear the voice of your soul? (OK I’m dying laughing right now because this is really sounding like a nightmare! I’ve been there and I’m sure so have you) obviously, the ray of sunshine has now become a bane of your existence.
The constant calls, the insecurities, the wants, the dislikes, the turn offs, the fact that now you can’t praise the opposite sex around the same guy who said “babe I’m cool with everything”. Questions like – how could you go out and not answer your phone for the last 3 hours? And who is that girl in the back of your picture? (It’s probably a photobomb but who cares?) Or that guy was totally checking you out and you let him? When some time ago he would have probably walked up to the guy and said “appreciate my asset cos you can’t have it” with a wink
Its over. The honeymoon phase is O-V-E-R
Then it boils down to how do we keep this alive? Is it over or can we make it through this and I’ll do the laundry and he can probably fold the clothes. Are we reaching that ugly part where we get this sick satisfaction from seeing the other partner in pain with the games, the lying, the jealousy because that’s the only sadist satisfaction that you get from knowing that they still care about you? It’s just a very sad state of affairs, so this is when you know that this beautiful surreal existence has now become the start of a fairy-tale that you never imagined, when your stories now start with this phrase when you talk about each other fondly – Once upon a time a long long time ago….
It’s time to decide honey – quit it or win it?
Single in the City 