Emotional Helix

Told in Tandem with the Woodsman

When she and I first started this change in our journey, we were in ready agreement. Our nature… no, what we had grown accustomed to being, with others, made us understand our individual limits and needs.

Those limits always included limited exposure between self and others. If it wasn’t conscious, there would be some… spark… that withered and would be extinguished. Rather quickly. I had seen it in my past; I knew exactly what she meant when she described it.

That agreement was to proactively prevent that spark from dying. We both understood that if we faced the maelstrom we were starting together, and then would pull back from each other after a couple of brief days, we would have that chance to rekindle that maelstrom down the road. It wouldn’t be that ember going black, it would just smolder until the time was right again.

We were quick to agree that it would be that way. For both of us. Just a joining of intersecting waves that would cause a bright blip. Then the waves would bounce into their individual pattern again. And, if lucky, would intersect again.

But the blip apart hasn’t happened. At all.

I don’t know how he and I don’t smother each other. When I do the math on the amount of time we are in touch, in some way, it boggles my mind. And it’s still not enough. Maybe in time I will say ‘when’ and it won’t mean I-can-talk-now-please-call-me, but instead it will mean I-have-reached-my-limit-and-need-some-space. Or perhaps his introverted nature will catch up to us and say ‘enough already you crazy kids!’ and demand some time to regroup.

I keep waiting. Expecting it. But it hasn’t come. Not yet. And quite frankly the seemly limitless saturation has concerned me. Surely we have a limit. Surely! But we carry on, burning brighter. Hotter. Steady. Stable. Strong.

I still believe the day will come when we both need to come up for air. But I know now it will be brief and tender, full of understanding and acceptance from whichever side of our swirling helix stands guard while the other rests.

But in the meantime, we continue on…

I’m not sure I would have believed this level of enmeshment with a woman would be possible with me. Perhaps the distance helps prevent that need for a pause, but really it seems to make it worse.

See, time together – even remotely – has to be scheduled, to a degree. Commitments and priorities in day-to-day life still exist and can only accommodate a certain amount of encroachment and re-prioritization. And we realize this, for ourselves and each other.  Those commitments are there for a reason. In order to maintain the life events that have brought us together, we need to be conscious and active with those existing priorities.

We keep going. Some days are worse than others. Frankly, each day is worse than the last. It gets more difficult.

More difficult to maintain this? No, more difficult to only maintain it at the current level and not consciously work towards increasing our enmeshment.

emotional helix

10 thoughts on “Emotional Helix

  1. This is so amazingly beautifully written, it seems you complement each other’s writing instinctively….
    It’s a truly wonderful accomplishment to keep the embers smoldering….you’ll both know your saturation point, if it’s a long ways away, all the better! :)

  2. Ultimately, all the plans in the world mean nothing where love/lust is concerned. If you want each other – and are willing to forsake all others – then you’ll be together. Period.
    Good luck, Marian.

    I’ve seen one other blogging couple come together quickly – they even moved in together – but the results were less than satisfying for both of them. I’m willing to bet you’ll fare better.

  3. Ah, Marian, beautifully written by both of you – as always!

    I love it when life inspires writing; the most beautiful stories come from experiences, outweighing the most elaborately written fiction – in my opinion, at least.

    Savour your shared moments for as long as they last. *This* is what makes life so incredible.

    • Thank you Pixie for the sweet, sweet words. They mean so much coming from you. And yes. Fiction pales in comparison to real life. I’m so thankful for all the moments we have to savor. We are doing life together. And you’re right—it’s incredible.

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