When my guy was struggling and fearing “The Relationship”, I almost suggested that instead of having a relationship we should have a pirate ship.
Adventure. Booty. Breaking the rules, braving the storms. We sail wherever we want, together. ~ Kelly Diels • Cleavage
My boyfriend and I don’t have a relationship in the traditional sense of the word. There is no map for our future, no appropriate time to get engaged, get married and settle in domesticity. In fact, the thought of going through all that makes me want to stab myself.
But with no plans, no strings, no commitment comes a sense of constantly walking on a tightrope without a safety net. At any moment, at any time, this love affair could end. Either of us could change our minds in a heartbeat and we are brutally honest enough to announce our feelings immediately. The end is always just around the corner.
Oh how exciting, how wonderful, how thrilling this feeling is. Every kiss feels stolen, and every time we make love it is desperate and passionate. Every look, touch and smell is fully imprinted in our memories as insurance against the time when we are no longer together. We take nothing for granted, we live in the moment and we are overwhelmingly grateful for every second we spend together.
We both have a choice. We love each other extraordinarily, but we also know that we can be completely happy on our own. There is no “need” and no dependency so therefore we are free to choose every day to be together simply because we want to.
I can live without you, but I am more alive when I am with you.
It feels dangerous, it feels illicit, it feels removed from what is “real” life. It is the feeling of having a glorious affair without the guilt. It is sublime to be together and excruciating to be apart. Our desire for each other is constantly inflamed by the precariousness of not knowing if we’ll have each other forever.
And in my world, that is just the way I like it – Adventure. Booty. Breaking the rules, braving the storms. We sail wherever we want, together.