Of course you've seen it all before but you always forget until you get to that place again. Past romances which had slapped the hurt into you always become shrouded and cloudy, withered memories like an Alzheimer's patient, in the face of the new object of desire.
Yet eventually, the perfect little seed that you've kept close, polishing it like a pearl nightly with love and fevered breath, begins to stain with every verbal sling, every injured feeling that gets buried, only to bubble up when least expected.
In the face of a world where new love objects are a click away, albeit virtual and remote, how do we persevere when most other daily activities of our lives have been simplified? Considering the breadth of our access to a wider range of partners, is it easier for us now to dismiss potential relationships because of some perceived or imaginary slight, knowing that our physical and intellectual ideal could still be out trolling the web highway?
It's so much easier not to care. Love/like/sex is so much simpler. A groping towards some sort of mutual satisfaction with no side of emotion, no risks, no problems. After all, how many couples actually make it, who don't just maintain appearances to fool their children, where the appreciation and respect grows instead of falling by the wayside. Does the dissolution happen because two people were never a right fit from the start or do the ravages of monogamy chip away slowly but surely, like the waves beating against the rocks on the beach?
We do it because it's precious. When we find it, we resort primitively to guarding and defending it to the death. We do it because we want to feel needed, we want it to be realized when we're not around. We do it because it feels good- not just the physical benefits but those moments after an argument where you realize that little fightquakes aren't going to tear it apart.
