Sun, Moon, and Throwing Stars
There are a billion ways to be blindsided by it. You’re toast, done, you can’t ignore it. You’ve just been sucker punched.
Sometimes it is so intense. You may walk into a room and that’s it. You’ve been utterly thunderstruck by the form in front of you; completely blown away.
There are times it’s gradual and it creeps up on you until it’s too late. You may be driving home with a goofy smile on your face and it falters with the realization that he or she got through that impenetrable wall around your ticker and suddenly you can’t breathe.
Other times you share the exact same interests and the momentum it takes on is unbelievable. For the very first time you understand bliss.
It also happens when you seem like complete opposites to everyone but yourselves; you got through the outer layers of hobbies, lifestyle, and appearances to hit at the very core of what the eyes can’t see.
Either way, your uncomplicated life just got complicated.
After a few years or decades you may look back and say “It’s been an amazing ride,” or “There were some ups and downs, but I wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone else.”
There is, of course, the strong possibility that it won’t work out and that’s just the reality of the situation for whatever the reason. If it ends, there may be a lot of tears and some scars. You may be disillusioned, filled with regret and entirely gutted. Walk away and remember this: the pain prepares you for the next adventure. How you react to being scathed will steer your course, so clean out your wounds, stitch them up, and carry on all the wiser, but be ready with an open heart.
It is always a gamble and one requiring plenty of faith in the other person and yourself, but I think it’s a risk worth taking.
I know this with certainty: it is one hell of a ride and the rush of all rushes, and once you experience it, you’ll never be the same again.