Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery
There is a particular relationship skill I’ve always wondered at.
I’ve called it, before, “Sharing the Magic”, for lack of a better term: a couple’s ability to actually enjoy each other’s company while focused on something else. The ability to share and enjoy *things* together, to share happiness together, as opposed to just gazing at each other all day.
This is to some degree an abbreviated version of my relationship history.
This would be my first boyfriend.
This would be someone else, some time later.
This would be my most recent relationship:
I thought for a long time there was something wrong with me. That maybe I’m selfish in wandering off so quickly to see every new shiny thing. One ex once said, “You’re so CURIOUS…” and he actually meant this as a bad thing.
What I finally came to, is that I’m okay with myself the way I am. I like being who I am.
I’m free to wander off to look at the stars, check out wandering street musicians, and look at the flowers. If I’m by myself, I can still “share the magic”. I can take pictures of things I see and post them and share them with my friends. I can tell people about things I’ve seen, draw things I see, or take pictures.
I am free to be myself and to be happy.
Maybe some day someone else will come along, but if they do, I’d like them to happy, too, and be happy with me.
I have one last drawing I wanted to do, but instead of draw it, I’ll tell you what it was: two people – not looking *at each other*, but at the road ahead. Taking turns showing each other things. One pulls one off in one direction, then another pulls another off.
I think from afar, it would look like they were dancing.