DM and I managed to prove that you don’t need to swear undying love to each other to feel it. Or at least a modicum. Or ok fine, a semblance of the real thing… Oh never mind, who am I kidding?! Love or the conventional thing called love probably never made an appearance. Though the guest appearance credit was impressive: Friendship, companionship, loads of fun, mindnumbing madness, shared memories and adventures galore. Really doesn’t get any better.
Oh ok, you want me to let it all hang out? Ok, as a consolation prize, it sucked. There. Happy now? But I still wouldn’t change it for the world. Or given another chance, would I…? Would I go through the pangs all over again? The dreams? The what ifs? Hmmm… Am not telling that right now!
Anyway, while DM and I walked the path of convenience, and still do at times, some relationships/associations around me went off track. People who had shared a lifetime together, suddenly decided that they could do without each other, thank you very much. And while you are getting out of my space, kindly take the dog’s poop bag with you. Regards.
Decades of shared beds, tolerated friends and suffered relatives made way for solo pads, studio apartments… and in some sad cases, studied silences in the same space. The last, in my opinion, is the bloody worst. I mean apart from the fact that verbal spats that lead to cutlery attacks can be injurious to both parties concerned, there’s something abysmal about two people who after saying ‘I Do’ years ago, now have nothing to say to each other. Except maybe ‘I don’t know how I tolerated you’.
Given that, the fact that I don’t have anyone permanent to smash the plates on seems to be a blessing. Squeamish to say the least, seeing one-time-love-of-life cowering in a corner is not exactly what dreams are made of! Unless you see too many slasher movies. In which case, you probably wouldn’t need permanence of the romantic kind… I mean, what with the blood and gore, who has time for whispered sweet nothings??
As for me, I have plenty of time. For mush. Of all kinds. Sweet nothings, or everythings, whispered or shouted across streets… Am not too demanding, you see. Too bad I didn’t let on any of this with DM… hey, heard of a thing called pride? Ego? Self respect?
Ok, who am I kidding again… The first whiff of these and DM would have fallen off. And run off to where I could never follow him. Not that I could have followed him, never having been a good tracker!
Note to self: Why am I magnet to the DMs of the world?!
PS: DM, you aren’t that bad. Really. Am just letting it all hang out!
