Not All Stories Are Written by God

Sometimes, you feel physically better with someone. You know there’s a spark between you, a chemistry so perfect it feels almost unreal. Even though you aren’t exactly in a relationship, the spark never lets you stay away from each other. There’s a pull you cannot define. It makes you do stupid things sometimes, but you don’t regret them because that’s what such attraction does to you. There is no definitive name for this feeling. How would you define a feeling where you cannot stop thinking about someone in all sorts of ways and positions? You can call it physical attraction. You can call it infatuation. You can give it any number of names, but the point isn’t to find a name for it. It’s to understand it. And then figure out a way out of it. Herein lies the tragedy. Sometimes, the chemistry is so perfect, as if it were written by God. But you know there’s nothing else you have in common. You can talk to that person for hours, but you know the substance of those conversations will…