I believe that there are no “other halves” in romantic relationships. The only reason why masochistic people wander around the planet in proud solitude is their sacred belief that not just anyone will do for them, and that “such a person has not been born yet.” The very definition of a woman or man as “someone’s dream” is a preconceived limitation of our possibilities in terms of the people we want to build relationships with.
Anyone can build a relationship with anyone—by default. I’m not saying that some perfectly polished, exfoliated, tuberose-scented gazelle from Majorca should necessarily abandon her dream and offer her hand and heart to the first homeless man she meets. But even when it comes to deeply intellectual, multi-faceted people, it’s all a transaction. Not necessarily for money. For comfort. So that she doesn’t have kids, so he doesn’t have a mustache, so she doesn’t run her own business, so he doesn’t watch football. Trite examples, but the point is clear…
This attitude toward choosing a partner literally shuts us off from the simple process of communication, and communication, interaction with people, is the most important and valuable thing that can happen to us in this world. Without it, our lives wouldn’t even be worth calling lives. Just think about what would happen if there were only us, all alone, without any communication? Even Robinson Crusoe nearly went mad until he befriended Friday…
In short, that’s about the gist of it. One needs to look deeper. Into the eyes, not at the bags under them. The world is full of love. And we run from it, because we insist that love must be served to us in a package with a Chanel monogram (figuratively speaking, of course) sealed with platinum wax.