No one tells you
That mainly it’s important for a person
To be there.
Mentally
Physically
Emotionally
Soulmates and connections are dreamy
But for all the heartbeat skips and giddy feelings
Someone who is on the sofa
Listening
Talking
Being
Next to you
That’s important
We’ve all met a person (or persons) that makes our stomachs do weird flip-flops. A person who has us blinking in amazement and gushing to our best friends…, “We have so much in common! Its scary, weird, uncanny!” The kind of person and connection that makes you fall quick and hard and see cartoon hearts and want to just hold hands and jump on a plane to Paris with a virtual stranger. It’s like falling headfirst into adventure and possibilities, you feel like singing and dancing and making so many exceptions.
Red flags turn a muted rose color because you’re up to the challenge for something so real. So intense…
…But he’s a traveling musician who is used to a lot of attention and girls fawning over him… and you aren’t that sort of girl…
Or he’s going through a life crisis and says “you’re wonderful” but pulls the rug out from under you, causing that falling in like feeling to be more like rolling down a set of stairs onto a pile of rocks.
The main thing? Though there were connections, they weren’t ever really… there. They were existing in a dreamy, pastel colored other-world that played love songs by Angus and Julia Stone and where you could stay up ’til 2am every night giggling into a phone.
The real world, real people… maybe they aren’t as “dreamy”. But maybe it’s nice to not always feel nauseous. (Let’s face it, that’s what those damn butterflies do anyway.) While the allure of someone who is a free-spirit, an artist, who is super passionate and sensitive, is addictive…
…someone who will hug you on a Monday, or hold your hand on the sofa, or take you for coffee and shopping for records on the weekend… that’s special.
Relationships and communication are hard enough without your body and mind feeling like they’re reeling. All. The. Time. Maybe the sound of a steady beating heart beneath your head is the real lovely thing… because it’s there. And you’re there. And you can’t hug someone who is miles away emotionally and physically… you can’t hold the hand of someone that is so caught up in personal drama that they have no free hand to offer.
You are worth someone having two free hands to offer, a beating heart to rest your head upon. You should be taken out for coffee and made to laugh while being able to see the light dance in their eyes. You deserve someone being present. Someone being there.
Author: Emily Ogden
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Author Bio: Writing & music & art & books; sleeping on airport floors, drinking too much coffee.
Link to social media or website: http://emogden.com
