The longest relationship (and the only one worthy of being called so) I've been in formally lasted for one year, six months and twenty days. The operative word being formally. We've been together for a year before we finally decided to be boyfriend-girlfriend.

Everyone wasn't thrilled. In fact, I have reason to believe that the only ones who were excited were him and myself. It was, literally, a cheesy you-and-me-against-the-world set-up. All that really mattered was us. It was funny because we both had his and her nasty little devils coaxing us not to stay together. I was too liberated for him; he was too boring for me, they said.

We ended because... I did get bored. We ended because... I did feel tied down.

We ended because... I was selfish and self-centered and stupid and indignant. I grew wary of walking all the way to the middle to meet him when I wanted to just stay in place. I got tired of having to compromise. The world is too big for me to feel limited. I dreamed big and did not share his simple joys. Bottom line is that I fell out of love because I outgrew our relationship.

We used to defend our relationship by saying that physically speaking, we were compatible. We complemented each other. He filled in what I was short of. I filled in what he was short of. But, why did I fall out?

In relationships, is it true that opposites attract or do opposites only attract trouble?

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*.* as if! @ 11:25:00 AM • • RBJ