Two born at the same time are twins. Two gloves are needed for boxing. Two shoes make a pair. Batman had Robin. Scooby was always with Shaggy. A lot of things need two. I mean who doesn’t know it takes two to tango?
Travelling through life with a committed partner with the same goals, visions, and dreams is the best bomb thing ever. You see eye to eye. You have the same views. You get along so well with seldom an argument or any drama. Meant to be. Made in Heaven like marshmallows in hot chocolate. You both fight the good fight as a united front. You have each other’s backs. Ride or die for each other. The bomb relationship. The two of you. Together as one.
So what happens when you slowly and painfully realize one forgets that the path you’re BOTH travelling on needs TWO to negotiate the dark, winding roads and shark infested waters of life? Or when one forgets they need to FOCUS on the GPS to help navigate the twists and turns on those dark winding roads and over rough seas in order to avoid the potholes and tsunamis of life? What about when one forgets that to navigate those bumpy roads and rough seas . . . IT . . . TAKES . . . TWO? What happens when one doesn’t care that your precious time would be lost if they got off course and didn’t give it their ALL while on that journey? Or when one forgets that you can’t swim but unbeknownst to you they decide to swim south while you’re doggy paddling north? What happens when one veers off course while you stay on the straight and narrow, always remaining committed to reaching the destination you’ve BOTH planned out for so many years? What happens?
It sorta took me a long while to figure out I couldn’t be the only one , trying to stay afloat on the narrow life raft I was sequestered on. I couldn’t be the only one on the same page with me . . . by myself . . . alone . . . with my partner in crime . . . by myself . . . alone . . . in the dark. I think you get it.
Eventually I figured out that it was better to be alone and lonely than with someone and lonely. I figured out that with my high beams on, my windows down, and my radio loud, I could cross rocky terrain and choppy waters quite nicely. ALL. BY. MYSELF.
