Meet me halfway by the bedrock

I honestly don’t understand why some people spend their youth (and often far beyond it) flitting from one relationship to another. Is it the constant drive to discover? Is it the illusion of freedom? Is it the sex? Is it the rush? Is it loneliness? Is it…what? I really don’t know. Sometimes I envy these people because they’re not bound by the invisible chains of being in a long-term relationship. Often I feel sorry for them, because it means that they haven’t found what they believe they’re looking for.

 
I think people go into romantic relationships because there’s a need to share a unique connection that cannot be achieved between parents, siblings, and friends. Part of that is the physical union of two bodies but there’s something more to it than that. I believe that a person needs a lover so that he can share his life with another person in a different context, a context which involves creating their own family and building their lives as one person with similar if not identical goals. Obviously, walking this path is not a short-term thing. It takes years of commitment. Having elaborate two-month stands constantly does not actualize it.

This is why when I decide to be in a romantic relationship I mean to marry the person. I build my whole life around him (and I expect him to do the same thing) because from that point onward I consider him part of my future. The consecutive plans I make will take into account the fact of his existence and desires. Yes, I expect him to do the same thing. If he can’t commit to that, then I won’t pursue a relationship in the first place. I won’t see the point.

The catch here is that I haven’t had enough time in this world to make that mistake. I hope never to, but who knows?