Romanticising

"What could have been" would have been really romantic to be reminisced upon, because it did not materialise. In our minds, the whole "perfect" life we would enjoy with "the one" (soulmate/ my one and only/ my boo) unfolds- rosy, wholesome, saccharine sweet. No responsibilities. No pain. No disappointment.. AND we get to choose the storyline and the ending.. AND decide to never wake up from the dream.

The hard part is to commit.
To live with one person for the rest of your life.
To accept the person, for better or for worse.
To wake up every day to a reality that could be a dream one day, or a nightmare another day.
To embrace the good days, the not-so-good-days, and some downright awful days.
To reach rock bottom and sink some more.. and try to reach out at something.. anything, so that you can come up for air even for a brief millisecond before your are dragged down once again.
To wallow in the deepest part of your despair.
To (keep) hoping that love WILL see you through to the very end.
To be let down countless times.
Lo and behold, s/he turns out to be as sloppy, as unreliable, as disenchanted as you.
What then?

You make the best of things.
You see the good.
You seek the courage to keep on going and not give up.

This is life. Life is hard.

Beats romanticising though, because in life you had made a decision. Fiery as hell as it may be, you dug your heels and held on. Even if it is for one more day.

It may work out fabulously, or you may fall flat on your face.. but I say it is worth it.

For the companionship and conversations, for the support and growth, for the love and belonging, for the hugs and kisses, for the courage and commitment- no matter how brief/ fleeting it may end up to be.