Love is like the roads I Travel
I imagine love to be like the roads I travel.
This sentence probably doesn’t make sense at all to anyone but myself.
What I mean is… how I feel, and see the roads I travel, is how I imagine the process of love to go.
My ’86 Mustang takes me on many different paths especially over the past few months, but each back road I discover and new path to work or some grand adventure takes my breath away.
The first time my wheels grace the pavement of a new road, I’m sucked in by the twists and turns, bumps and hiccups found along its face. The first time you meet someone at a bar, during class, or on the street you are stunned by maybe their smile, personality, or dress.
As I discover a new road, I’m captivated by it. I travel along its path for months. Everyday. Wanting to learn everything about it. I want to know how it looks when it rains, or when the skies are clear. I want to memorize the cows, or the horses that mark its sides, or the light pink 18th century home.
After one person encounters another (and they’re attracted to one another), they spend a lot of time together or communicating. They learn each person’s twists and turns, life-shaping moments, hiccups until they memorize everything they possibly can about the other.
After I’ve memorized my road, I become so comfortable with it that I can drive it practically on autopilot letting my thoughts wander. This is when we have a plateau in the new, exciting relationship. We’re comfortable. We’re no longer searching for new things, but are happy when we are surprised by one on the occasion.
Eventually, I get tired of this road though it does offer something that no other does maybe a farm, or a house or a quaint town. Nowadays this is how it often goes, we get tired with the fact that our relationships are no longer exciting, and shocking. We move on.
I move on to a new road, and someone else moves on to a new partner…
Or… as I previously recognized, this road has something unique just like how people have characteristics and features that separate them from one another.
You can choose to move on to another person, or you can be in wonder at how comfortable, and trusting you are with this person. How well they know you, and you can stay with them forever.
Now, I’m definitely not going to drive the same road forever. Heck. I’m a travel addict, but I’ll always appreciate what makes the roads I travel different and I will always hold a few favorites that my tires can’t wait to revisit.
(Just one of my many thoughts driving home.)










