Adronitis

How funny is it not?

That the Universe will bring together people who would not have met otherwise. No matter how hard they would’ve tried.

Astronomical odds, they would say.

Simply put, they will most certainly fit together like beautifully crafted jigsaw pieces, completing each other.

Oh, and when they meet, the Stars will heave a sigh of relief, shining ever brighter knowing that one part of the Universe is less mysterious now and the clouds shall weep tears of joy for longer than the Earth can care to admit.

But there will be one sneaky wolf among the sheep who have come together to celebrate this moment in time. He will give his gifts in fits and bursts, making sure to always play the part of saboteur.

Sometimes, giving too much, making these pieces grow bored of each other. Maybe that’s why they say familiarity breeds contempt. And he knows this too well.

Other times, he will give as much as what a drop of water is to a parched traveler. Fleeting in his promises. Deceptively seductive in his oaths. Exactly as much to ensure that neither party gets to truly understand the other.

And just like that, Time would have played his part.

Past this hellish region of temporal sabotage, comes the part which actually rearranges everything you have believed in. Sometimes, just sometimes, the pieces survive the ravages of Time. Through all the adronitis-filled nights. Through the endless wait for the end of it all. Through the nerve-wrecking next meetings. Through all the broken promises. Through all the contempt, greed, envy, jealousy. Through the myriad, intense, instantaneous, unforgettable, irreproducible connections. Through all the euphoria.

And they stay stuck together for the remainder of the brief eternities of their perfectly fractured lives.

And if what I’ve said so far is not a reason to celebrate every single, beautifully complex person you have in your lives now, I pray you find another one.

Esto perpetua.