Why do you like Robron so much? And what makes Robron this amazing couple that people have been rooting for them for long ?
(I really want to read your thoughts on this but plz donât feel pressured to answer)
You have brought this upon yourself with this ask dear (and to all the others with similar asks this is for you) so brace yourselves to the yappatron going off on here (my sincerest apologies but you are asking me to write about twelve yearsâ worth of historyâŚsurely be to God you didnât expect a sensible short and astute answer, do I sound sane to you!?!?)âŚ
Maybe I should start by saying âRobronâ is a very unique phenomenon for me because I have never invested this much into anything before, mainly feelings (*)(the word makes me nauseous; let us not get into what that says about me, but it might help in understanding my insanity when it comes to them; they hurt me by making me feel!). I have experienced fixations or engrossment (?) with other characters in books and shows or movies but never to this level, as in occupying my every thought and being. "I never had this with anyone"; I never thought Iâd have it with them⌠I make toast and I wonder how would Robert take hisâŚI shower and I think Aaron wouldnât like this gelâŚThey would love to have this table piece in their homeâŚRobert must have secretly cried his eyes out watching this movieâŚAaron really just loves Robert doesnât heâŚwhy in the name of all that is holy am I sat here crying because Robert and Aaron happened?..etc..etc, serious illness this is. Never before, and never after, and I donât mind it staying that way one bit. I donât really watch anything much, havenât for a very long time now, and nothing piques my interest; I lead a passive, disengaged, dull lifeâŚâ If there ainât no spark, there ainât no spark loveâ. So, THEY are it for me!Â
What makes the Cosmos so beautiful and wonderful?Â
I donât really know. I can point and list and ponder and still wonât be able to figure it out; it just is. They just are! I donât know. But something aboutâŚ
Two broken lads, neglected, hurt and abandoned, survived with gritted teeth and white knuckles; found a win in each other, found a friend in each other, and genuinely liked each otherâs company. They laugh, banter, cry, and fight and know that at the end of it all, they lived a life where they were best friends, lovers, husbands, and fathers, all found in one, and they chose each other in a world where neither was chosen nor were they considered the better option by anyone else. How does one put all that into a few simple words? I wouldnât knowâŚ
 To see this wounded boy who once said  âI am not used people giving a damn about me and I dont know how to give one back â get to be loved completely and truly for all his flaws and faults, tempers and tenders,no compromisings and no reservations. He never wanted to be part of the freak show, never wanted to walk down streets holding hands, but he was swaddled with such love that he walked down an aisle in the middle of the village with everyone watching, holding hands and making an entire freak show his family, by choice and with pride. How does one put the joy of knowing what that love is into words? I wouldnât knowâŚ
  For a lonely boy always on the outside of everything because âyou ruin everything you touchâ etched into his bones, defined by his flaws and the worst of his doings, is seen for the good in him before anything else for the first time in his life.â You try so hard for the people you love and not every one sees that but I doâ because to be seen is to be loved and oh, is he so very loved. He is chosen and he belongs. How does one put the ache and the wonder of that into words? I wouldnât knowâŚ
Two broken boys turn into messed up let down teenagers, grow into scarred adults who saw each other for who they are in the midst of the chaos and growing pains and chose to bond over it, to be ardent lovers and give what they were never graced with, friendship, love, forgiveness, care and understanding.âPeople donât stay with meâŚpeople donât forgive me.ââYou knowâŚI Knowâ. They stand up for each other; they stand with each other, protecting each other, and they become, always, home to each other.They never knew what any of it ever meant before, they never felt worthy or deserving, and yet here they are, offering it to each other as easy as drawing breath. âAnd You loved me⌠you loved me like no one ever has before so please come home with me and let me help you this timeâ.
    Every other friendship and form of love they received in their lives was conditioned and contingent to an extent; it came with terms, expectations, and the constant threat of it being taken away. They were always held by others to a standard they never were or claimed to be. But not with each other! There were no facades to maintain, no illusions to perform, and no scars to cover; just the freedom of being understood, the comfort of never having to earn their place or have their faults held against them like a constant death sentence, and the simple grace of asking nothing in return but each otherâs presence. "just cause we're not together anymore doesn't mean we have to stop caring about each other, i'm not turning my back on youâŚI'm glad you're still looking out for me."Â
No sinners or saints; they screw up big time, and they make mistakes and often hurt each other, but they always knew how to apologise and learned to treat each other with respect and tried to communicate openly and make things right. "What did we say when we got back together? That we keep talking and work it out togetherâ; there was growth and maturity they learned from each but also the bad habits they influenced in each other too, âyou are doing things you claim to hate, its a good job those things impresses me âYouâre a nightmare you do you know that ?â âYou are not exactly a credible alibi." âYou are sick âŚoh you love it." "Waterboarding is a bit last year, innit?â They are each otherâs biggest cheerleaders in crime and punishment.
   One was always scared of the future; the other never really saw one, and yet they dreamed of one together, to build a home, a family of their own, and children with each otherâs eyes, beauty and brains. They bring out the worst in each other but importantly the best in each other more; they try to be better for each other and their children* and do better than they ever had, and trying was what made the world of difference. "I think I am a better person now because of you, Liv and Seb." "For the first time in a long time I like who I am" âyou made it okay to be meâŚyou changed my lifeâ, "I wouldnât want to do this without you⌠I couldnât do this without you."Â
*(Liv was their kid sister; I consider her their kid in a sense.Leave me and my grief alone.)
   In my troubled head, you see, I will always look at Robert and see the little boy who loved an owl so much he put him in a wheelbarrow with his struggling little child hands and ran up a hill alone to keep him safe from everything and everyone. The little boy who slept in the rat-infested barn just so the lambs wouldn't feel lonely without their mother, like he did. And Aaron is the boy whose heart got enough love to wrap up a universe despite the pain and the fears; he just didnât know how to give a damn. They carry so much love that was never given to them, and they were never taught how to completely feel and understand until they had each other. And it wasnât something they just had or were handed to them; no, they earned it by the trust they built and proved every step of the way.Even their vows were insanely very 'them'. It wasnât the false promise of a happy life or days of comfort but the tragic honest truth of Messed upâŚbut with you till the end of time and I donât want it any other way. "I am not exactly easy to loveâŚneither am I." " I dont want easy I want messed up with you forever." Never had there been anything easy in their lives, from the day they opened their eyes to this world, but loving each other was the closest they got to ease and comfort; there is a tragedy and mercy in that peace is found in each other.
âWe were going to grow old together; I wouldâve done anything. I wouldâve gone anywhere for him.â âI donât care what I have as long as Iâm with you⌠Iâd rather live out my days, living my best life with youâ, â he means everything to me. Heâs the love of my life.â âCome here." âYou are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with." "We were the best thing." "Admit what?" That my life is a disaster without him⌠he already knows that.âyou idiotâ â no matter how hard we try we always end up sat waiting for trouble to find usâ"I found someone." "In a different life, me and you, maybe we would have been different âŚwell I canât stop loving you in this one." It's me". What do poets know of poetry and love if they have never heard these two speak of each other?Â
Historically, kingdoms used to wage wars to form such an allegiance. They are not so far in that there are often trails of bodies and crimes in their path of finding each other, and I am sure that is the case in every lifetime. Attempts of murder, each other and others here and there, spanners sparking, wrenches flying, radiator tyingâŚflawed beings but always with passion and devotion, where else do you get that ? They are best friends who jeer and jest at the other villagers, fully aware of the fragile crystal ball they live in themselves; they commit crimes as ride or die, so what is there to fear? And they are lovers betrothed to each other even when the world is crashing and burning around them. Where else would you find a more romantic line than âif youâre looking for your wing mirrors, I chucked them over a wallâor âwe are going to destroy these peasantsâ? "its us, its you and me innit ?" They never had this with anyone and will never have this with anyone, no matter how much the world twists and turns and spins out of axis.
   Perhaps it is that they make the cynical heart believe in the concept of love. Not the glorified, decorated version of it displayed everywhere, but the muddied, raw, honest version, the one that makes you question everything: the painful and disgusting vulnerability of it. The love where you chose to, despite the wrongs, the hurt, and the tragedy of it; and you think, I would choose it all again in a heartbeat if it meant with you. They choose loving each other time and time again when every single part of the universe screams otherwise, but souls tethered are souls tethered. They knotted their red strings with stubbornness and defiance against the world but with a silent promise to each other. You look at that and foolishly and willingly believe⌠What a privilege to have someone know you better than anyone, in the softest of voices and gentlest of touches, the chaos of your tempers, and sees you inbetween the blurry lines of who you are when you yourself have forgotten. How does one even begin to hold something as magnanimous and vast as their life and love in a few simple words? I wouldn't knowâŚ
    "What we once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, for all that we love deeply becomes a part of us."~Helen Keller. I am forever grateful I got to have this with them, and I will always keep them like a book that altered my life, resting on a shelf weathered by time and age, in my memories of youth, my understanding of friendship, and what it means to be truly loved. Some stories live on forever, because they become part of you and you carry it on for all times.Â
 âFor one being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really loveâ~ Rainer Maria RilkeâŚđ
