I Think He's Gone Weird
General I Think He's Gone Weird

“We stood there, under a Springtime night sky, frozen in a completely ordinary moment…”

We stood under a Springtime night sky, frozen in a completely ordinary moment. I looked at him, was I naive to believe this time would be any different? Had our history burdened us so much that we would always be doomed for chaos?

Sometimes we can romanticise relationships so much that we see them for their potential, not what they actually are. I knew this all too well, and have no doubt he had me romanticised too, why else would we keep ending up here? At our best we could be the best, but at our worst, frankly, we were a bloody nightmare.

I stared into his eyes, so dreamy, so familiar, but they glistened with the chorus of “WHY DID YOU DO THAT???” from my gals, and the gentle echo of sobs from a bathroom cubicle floor in every pub we had ever visited together. I wanted it to work, but I was pushing a pull door. Something always stood between our magnetic chemistry, and as much as I’d like to blame the Universe, the reality was that the majority of the time it was him, made 1000% times worse whenever I went on a hunt for answers that we both knew he didn’t have.

And as we stood there, under a Springtime night sky, frozen in a completely ordinary moment, I watched his lips tell me he would text me tomorrow. I knew that him and I would never have answers, no explanation, and little logic – but I did have a text from him the following morning, and as always, it was magnetic.

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