I never liked sentence : He is the air that i breath. We talk on one mouth. He is my eyes and my ears.
Even it sounds wonderful to have such connected soulmate, i love to read behind lines and hidden notes are not so romantic. If he is the air you breath, it means you can’t breath independent. You can’t walk without leash and you can’t see more than he wants to show you.
Healthy relation is connection between two strong, independent minds. I love my partner’s differences. I love his freedom space, i love his silence even he doesn’t want to let me into his world. I found this as adrenalin, as challenge and i wish to dare. I offer something for return, i offer my hot temper and my wish for arguing. Even we sound as two lunatic, one numb and other mad hater, we will never get bored. I will try to smash his wall, and he will try to watering my fire.
Sometimes it looks like it is third world war between us. We hate each other, we try to destroy all nice between us. Or we just run from boredom, because boredom is love killer?
I love periods of harmony cause it sounds sweeter after big battles. My sword is getting cold and his bullets are in the fridge. Or we make sex pause and this war continues between sheets.
How i understand love? I see love as the biggest level of challenge, as battle.
This love starts with discussion and finish with act. This contact start with critics and finish with kiss. This conversation starts with silence and finish with scream.
He is dangerous but never boring to me. For me, the biggest danger is boredom. After door closes, the last i want to see is his yawn face. Even if he insults me, it will prove me that he is still into me. Dead rattle is the worst, so that is how i see love, when partner pinch you and use needles, but after this he uses bandages to heal your wounds.
As someone said to me : “You really have no peace. Wild spirit, hard to obey. Like wild horse, and it is interesting to hangout with wild horse. “