Not All Stories Are Written by God
Sometimes, you feel physically better with someone. You know there’s a spark between you, a chemistry so perfect it feels almost unreal. Even though you aren’t exactly in a relationship, the spark never lets you stay away from each other. There’s a pull you cannot define. It makes you do stupid things sometimes, but you don’t regret them because that’s what such attraction does to you.
There is no definitive name for this feeling. How would you define a feeling where you cannot stop thinking about someone in all sorts of ways and positions? You can call it physical attraction. You can call it infatuation. You can give it any number of names, but the point isn’t to find a name for it. It’s to understand it. And then figure out a way out of it.
Herein lies the tragedy. Sometimes, the chemistry is so perfect, as if it were written by God. But you know there’s nothing else you have in common. You can talk to that person for hours, but you know the substance of those conversations will eventually run out. You can be done expressing your physical desires, but then you have to be with the person. And if they aren’t there for you emotionally, it’s going to be torture.
That’s why some relationships are so physically passionate but lack emotional depth. They cannot stay away from each other, but they also cannot live with each other. It feels torturous. In those moments, you need to remind yourself that there’s a life beyond physical pleasure. The desire to do things with that person can temporarily blind you. So imagine to your heart’s content, but in that imagination, also think about what comes next.
I call it a tragedy because finding such passion in life, finding such beautiful chemistry with someone, and yet not having the depth to sustain it because of how both your lives have been shaped is heartbreaking. The potential for a passionate and beautiful relationship goes to ruin because of this simple absence.
Not all stories are written by God. Some are written simply to end in tragedy.