Propinquity.A Poem by rodrigogourI’d rather go down in flames than settle for something less than what we had.
Truth transforms, it
changes, and most of the time we change right along with it. I still remember
our early dates as if they were yesterday, we felt so right for each other. I
remember the exhilaration I felt when your hand brushed mine and the electrifying
thrill behind a simple text message. I honestly thought we would last forever.
But now you’re with him and I’m left with the memories of those days. Maybe my
brain has distorted those recollections to produce an entity so unreal that’s
actually beautiful.
I recite a silent
soliloquy of tormented afflictions every time I meet my eyes in a mirror, I can
still feel the guilt over the mistakes I made and the ones I was to afraid to
commit. How I wish I’d made them!
I don’t love you anymore,
but I still wonder about those forces at play that made us snap so violently. I
try to understand the reasons why our bodies lied to us, why they let us
picture a perfect possibility of commitment when in reality we were just too
different. Science teaches us that opposites attract, but the distance between
those two objects also plays a part in the equation. Maybe we were too far away
for that electrical attraction to stick, maybe we were too different. I choose
to believe that we fell in love because we were meant to, not because of
statistics and geography.
I can see how much alike
you two are, how perfect for each other. I can see that and I’m honestly happy
for it. It gives me hope to see that the universe still works, and that it
still has the power to bring two people that are meant for each other together,
against all odds.
But seeing that makes me
question the power behind true love. What if you were born in a different
country, under a different culture and a varying upbringing? What if you’d
liked different things and hated things you now love about him? I wonder if
romance would’ve survived and thrived despite all those different variables?
Maybe, just maybe, there
is some truth behind the veracity of propinquity. The theory of propinquity
states that the similarity in nature between two beings intensifies the
possibility to create a bond. I have seen it happen way too often for me to
attribute it to chance. If we are to believe in that theory, then our dating
pool is significantly reduced, but those that remain represent the possibility
of finding something true and long-lasting.
I’m not saying that two
people from different backgrounds can’t fall in love, I’m just saying it’s
harder for lust to transform into life-commitment under those circumstances.
If I’d known this then,
maybe I would’ve done things differently, maybe I would’ve addressed the
pressing conflicts that we ignored for months because we were to focused on the
petty things. We were young, and the emotional price of youth is rarely
affordable.
I don’t love you anymore,
but I’m still in love with what we had, with that naïve hope of things that
could’ve happened at the beginning, with the possibility of loving you until
the end of time. I can’t let go of that feeling, because I’m terrified that I
won’t find it again.
I’m frightened to let
myself try to find that bliss again, not because I remain hopeful that we’ll
get back together, but because I haven’t felt that electric spark that I felt
with you with anyone else. Perhaps it was my young gullibility and my excessive
research on the subject that made me believe that what we had was true. I
remember how I truly had difficulty breathing before our first kiss and how
surreal life felt on its aftermath. I felt that our love was too big for this
world, when in reality I was probably in shock of how good it felt.
I remember how we lost
ourselves when our lips touched, how our bodies entered into complete anarchy
and the rest of the world turned into a blur of annoyance.
I wonder if you feel that
surge of adrenaline when he kisses you, or if it’s a different feeling, if it’s
safe and controlled and if the world around you is something that you feel
present and a part of. I want to know if maturity changes that feeling of
physical intoxication into something restricted and smart.
I’d rather go down in
flames than settle for something less than what we had. I don’t care if it was
irresponsible and reckless, because it was beautiful and now I’m addicted to
that feeling of emotional instability.
I need to find someone
that will make me lose my head and take me into an emotional roller-coaster
that will make me feel alive. I don’t want safe and proper, I want wild and
passionate. I won’t settle for less, because monotony will be the end of me.
I want to know if he infuriates
you as I did, if he’s able to wake up those waves of passionate anger that
subdued only with the power of my touch. We were so different, and that’s what
made us irresistibly explosive.
The distance between what
was and what could’ve been varies depending on the memories I summon. I know we
probably would’ve never made it, because we lacked the maturity to change from
the lane of passion into the lane of everlasting commitment.
Maybe I’m holding on to
something impossible, but I am way too damaged to accept anything less. I don’t
hold you responsible for my inability to fall in love, that’s all me and the
thousands of bad decisions I’ve made along the way, but I do resent your
reluctance to keep on fighting when things turned really ugly.
You deserve everything
good in the world, and I hope he has the capacity to give them to you. I really
hope that what you have is as passionate as you deserve, because even if what
made you go steady with him is everything I lack, you deserve more fire than
what we once had.
I wish for me the same
things you have accomplished, but only in the scenario that you have stayed
true to yourself, and inevitably I yearn for something new that I have never
had, but that statistically I will find.
I will find peace in the
fire of seduction, and I will try my best to keep that fire alive once I find
it, and I’m sure that you’ll smile when you see me thrive.
© 2014 rodrigogourAuthor's Note
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Added on August 26, 2014 Last Updated on August 26, 2014 AuthorrodrigogourMonterrey, Nuevo Leon, MexicoAboutI'm a mexican medstudent. I love writing. I'm 24 years old. more..Writing
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