it and Trees

A young couple was once never a couple. Before the couple there was a man and a woman. Both were in the everyday mortal process of living, loving, learning and dying. They had grown up in normal homes and were in the process at the same time of growing up in a new and not really normal world. It is called the real world. But they were doing ok considering the circumstances. The man once a boy had dreams and aspirations some came to be, some he grew out of and others he held on to for a long time. He never really was on an active search for it in those days but he found it and like anyone else, he loved it and her. But just like anyone else he subsequently lost it and her. It hurt but just like many other souls that have passed before him, he moved on and past it. The woman once a girl had dreams that she held on to, those dreams never seemed to fade and tough times only made them stronger. She like many other girls held a curious preoccupation with it and its hideous strength. She has thought she had felt it but was never sure over many attempts. A sudden and brutal blow to her search attempts would have only solidified her determination to find it like an iron caste. But the slow and constant realization of its absence dulled her over time; soon the search was not a top priority. She had moved on and past it.
Obviously at some point these two people who have been through and survived it, or the lack of it, found each other. There had been no nervous breakdowns from their previous experiences. Tears may have been shed but without cinematic flair these two had felt that hideous strength in a wrong way, but have moved on and past it. They were cautious acquaintances just like anyone who has been cut by a knife won’t run their finger down the edge one without care. Obviously these two grew closer and closer. Her head she learnt fit well on top of his chest while they lay on the couch at nights. His name coming from her lips could leave him immobile for just an instant out of shock that she meant to say it. It was a very exciting affaire for the two involved; it was what they had or had not felt before but wanted to feel none the less. But to any other individual this union would leave them totally apathetic and not entertained. There could be no Oscars won by the most talented and disturbed method actors for their portrayal of the couple. Though influenced by celluloid dreams it was that run of the mill.
One of the great things about it is the spontaneity both in its arrival and how it allows you to be so. The couple relished in the thought that at any moment an opportunity to make a long drive to a city of some cinematic standing could appear. Silver screen spontaneity would be a shared passion of the couple. One night while walking down some pathway that of course reminded them of that one scene in that one epic romantic film, they spontaneously decided to do a very unoriginal thing. They carved their names into a tree. It was a thing that made more sense than anyone else outside the couple could understand. It was just like how correspondence letters between lovers should be scented. Or how both people need to be soaking wet when they kiss in the rain, and not before. It is just one of those moments when they are no longer just two people in an everyday relationship. Their union is no longer an object but an action, a moment. It is just simply a moment that is bigger than they are. Through the tough times in the future they will recall the point when there was nothing but their names in a tree and how surreal it all felt. Because it was so much bigger than any problem. They will get back in the car and their lives. They will laugh and fight and grow, but at that big moment it was just two names representing two shared feelings. Mutual feelings.