I used to have the fairy tale love idea in my head a lot more than I do now. You live and learn I guess. Experience is a good thing and it shows you how reality can be so much more than those fictional accounts that only last a couple of hours on a screen.
I never actually believed there was one perfect person for me out there. Just someone who I'd like a lot, and not be having too many doubts about spending my time with. Sounds practical I know, but then I am. From seeing my parents, I know how hard it is for two people to share their lives constantly.
But then I also have a silly romantic side. Sometimes I really want a few fairy tale components. Because that keeps the rational, compromise side of things, worthwhile. Little surprises, or gestures. It doesn't have to be grand. It just has to be heart-felt, and thoughtful.
I think something in-between is the key. With a little bit of practical, I accept you as you are attitude, and a few let's be crazy in love moments, it should work out fine. The important thing is to stay excited about your relationship.
I have had the experience where I was very happy with someone but they were permanently dissatisfied with me, physically and otherwise. I think in that case it didn't work out because his expectations were highly unrealistic.
I am always careful of not going down that path myself and keeping things grounded in reality. On that note, I have to say that I am finding it increasingly harder to envision ever finding someone I'd like to share most areas of my life with. Because of me, and because of them.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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