Two Hearts, One LIfe

I despise the emotional roller-coaster ride in a courtship. The root of which lies the mind game. You never know what to expect and what not to expect. You think you have caused some displeasure which may have shaken your place in her heart, or maybe not. Insecurity becomes your middle name, if not often, then always. You can be anything other than yourselves. She gets what she wishes without as much as lifting a finger, for you are her slave ever so willingly. Now, you are pathetic, you know. But somehow, you think you are born to pamper her and she is born to be pampered by you. Everything seems only right in this way, like two tiny pieces of a jigsaw puzzle destined to be matched and finally conferred as partners of one life.