Truths of Old

Eating my breakfast and mulling over what makes us all unique. It's not a particular attribute, but the sum of all our flaws, and abilities that does it. The wholistic, whole is greater than the sum of parts thing. It's about how they come together as a whole. Once upon a very long time ago I used to think there was only one other person out there right for us, with just the right balance of flaws and abilities, with a personality that was just-so. Three quarters mix flour, a cup of sugar, water, etcetc. Bake in oven for thirty five minutes and twenty two seconds. I'm older now. I realise there are as many people you could live with, as you are prepared to live with. It's not about the perfect person, but about yourself and how easy-going you are. I suppose there are many people I could spend the rest of my life with; I'm a relatively laid back guy. I'm with someone I could spend my life with, now. Settle down, work, have kids. Die. The usual story. And it would be nice, and comfortable, and serene. A gentle blur of quiet moments, interspersed with frank frustration and little moments of despair. A perfectly ordinary relationship.
Then sometimes I wonder, what would have happened if we'd worked out? I don't know if it would have been nice and serene and comfortable. But something tells me it would have been Special. And therein lies the difference. There're many people out there I could spend my life with. But so far, there's only been one that I really, really wanted to. Not for the permanence, or quiet tranquil bliss element - but for the magic.
Sometimes I wish someone would sell me out and give Her this URL. But then again... how many people even know about this page. And how many people know who She is? answer : in combination, probably zero. Oh no, I forget - I do.