How cute is love, to feel in love, to feel loved by another person in the same way. Everything around us is just perfect. The colours are sharper, the aromas are most delicious and the music beats in melody and rhythm.
Nothing seems to break this idyll, this magic that merged between two people in an almost perfect way. Until one day, this sweetness could only be in one piece and under one roof: that's when we decided to try living together.
What could go wrong? Isn't love the basis of everything, the foundation that might support us up to the harshest storm? Is there anything more we can need?
Well, yeah. Living together is the beginning of the end. It may sound apocalyptic (in fact, in part it is). But it's not really as negative as it seems at first sight.
It may happen that one moves to the other's place, or can both decide to brand the challenge seeking the common nest. This is what I've done before, so this is the case I know and what I can refer to.
So, decision made, key on one hand and courage in the back, we set up the luggage, collect the basics to get started and that's it. Now we are domestic partners, roommates; in short: we are a team.
Like every beginning is usually wonderful. Little furniture, little mess, lots of purchased food. And meanwhile we are slowly moving spaces that will soon be little battlefields between us. Who would have thought that the way to cap the toothpaste would fit in a dispute? Or the side of the bed that will sleep at?
The everyday becomes insportable. The cheers turns into caused silences or deafening screaming. The things that got us together then divide us. Those dancing butterflies we use to feel in our stomachs, now are landing on dirty dishes causing endless debates. One of us is screaming, for sure while the other is turning around and just ignoring. Hatred takes over our body try to hide the failure's pain. Because in the end, what we really regret the most is the feeling that we have failed. And indeed, we are just beginning the journey!
An yes, living together is the beginning of the end. You stop being "yourself" to be "us". It is not about me either, it's about us. It's the ego that resounds in our heads constantly and needs space itself. It's the ego which causes us fear. Because living together consists in yielding, conquering spaces and sharing them. Make do and leave. Mutate our innate lonely essence to a perfect couple. Let the mundane goes away. Does it really worth sleeping apart by not agree on who takes out the garbage? It is a lack of understanding or is it a power struggle?
You have to give more. You have to love more. You have to give to get back. Empathize: understand each other, understand and embrace your partner, anytime. Perceive what your partner's feel, get active participate in his emotional reality. Exit yourself, talk less and listen more. Mainly, listen to what he doesn't tell you in words. If you can do that, you'll have achieved happiness.
And finally, always raise fondly rules, seeking for peace. Once embedded, living together is the nicest thing that can happen to you. The beginning of the end of loneliness, because well practiced, make us a team that forces us to participate in the game of life every day. And when your team is ahead, you'll never want to give up and stop participating.
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