A person can know you physically, and meet your needs, without bringing you any real, lasting satisfaction or happiness. It may work for you for a moment in time, but before long, you will realize your lack. Your body may be satiated, your lust slaked, but eventually you know you require more.
You can be known mentally. You may share interests and speak of them with enthusiasm. You may have similar bits of knowledge which make for what can be pretended as inside jokes, giving you pleasure at having a pool of common facts and anecdotes. But you can't always rely on mind to get you through to body, much less anything outside of secure friendship.
And then there are those that only want to love. That share a romantic notion of life or have been indoctrinated with definite mores of commitment and traditional appropriateness. Those that freely give their own futures to a fated union that is immediate and beyond reproach. Those that breathe forever without having any clue about today or tomorrow or how that love will thrive.
But after all, time and history and omnipresent entities say there is something; something of a blend. Even in today's less-human, less-natural environment, I have seen it. I know people that fit this description. These are a love salad. A bit of warm and needy attraction, a dollop or three of mental compatibility, and a hefty helping of heartfelt dressing. That dressing congeals the individual parts and ensures that one part does not overpower the others - nurturing mind, body and soul.
It's common, I think, to deny this last possibility. It's easier to content yourself with safe and consistent, or physically desirable, or to simply not consider how you feel about it at all. It's my own fear that I will feel I've found this perfect combination, only to have it reveal itself as false and open up a fresh, vulnerable wound, a mortal wound to my hopeful heart. But I look around me at the relationships starved for body or mind or heart, and the relationships that are insidious and fatal, and I am fortified in my decision to hold out. I would rather take that chance. I would rather have the dagger of heartbreak tear my insides to shreds than feel nothing at all, or feel something less intensely good than oneness.
I am determined to live my own life, be patient but be OPEN, until the day I can be sure all three are embodied in one person who will recognize the perfect match. One who will cherish it. And then return it.
