I’m certain there is something more to relationships than commitment, love or trust.
There has to be something magical about the relationship. The conversation in the silence and the proximity in the distance. Yeah, that’s got to be magic. I believe in magic. And I believe in love. And I also believe in the sublime synonymy of these two words.
It should be easy to fall in love. And maybe as difficult to honour it.
Because what love propels you to do is, unknowingly build on these layers of expectations from that one someone and create your own castle of dreams. A figment of your imagination, your idea of true love, your definition of that magic, your castle. And if somewhere, when there is a mismatch of expectations, and disparity in your respective definitions, the castle shall crumble. Ash to ash. Dust to dust. Fade to black.
Slowly, the illusion clears, your expectations are not met and you don’t know whom to blame.
Maybe there is room for dialogue. Maybe you could just lower your expectations. But doesn’t that defeat the purpose of being special? If everything could be negotiated with, bargained at and talked through, how would the relationship ever mature on the ubiquity of unspoken understandings? Where, then, is the magic?
Maybe the magic is in creating a castle on the same land of understanding. Maybe it is for us to lay the foundation of understanding in reality, before getting drifted away in the idealism of love.
And maybe... it is only how much you understand each other that determines how much you can expect...
Magic lies in those 'little things' you do, that more often than not, go unsaid...
