It was another “short-breathed” relationship,
Or should I say an asthmatic relationship?
A relationship that was never really tailored for much excitement and an excessive expression of emotional experiences really.
It was a boring relationship.
A relationship of perfectionism and planning.
“Routines and traditions” is what their activities were inspired by.
They became blinded by their mentals of may, might and maybe.
…and now their blindness had allowed them to fall victim to fear and allow their fear of something going wrong feast heavily on their hunger to explore and somehow ‘live a little’.
The lifespan of their chronic relationship was unknown. It was somewhat critical, I mean it could get attacked at anytime and die out.
Its tomorrow wasn’t promised, so was its next time, so their dreams only existed in the moment…
…and their hope was fuelled by a short vision of a future they didn’t even believe in.
Our relationship was naturally toxic and any form of spark would have been the death of us.