Made for you, or made for me?

A few days back, as I was scrolling through some old pieces of stories I had written, I happened to see one which read, Same Old Love. Of course, it instantly reminded me of a yesteryear song by a prominent singer and much later, after humming that, I finally decided to read that one hell of a badly scribbled story. It was too remote for me to remember what it was exactly about. But what I could see were some dried rose petals, some blots of ink here and there, an eerie silence that seemed to arise directly from those pages and a handwriting that resembled me almost howling on that paper. Something, something was really odd in that story I chanced upon..

It was an 8 page long narrative reminiscing bittersweet memories with a past lover, hence the sticky title. I was able to read most of it I think, cringing only at a couple of places. But there was something that stuck with me long after that story. It was a sentence by a friend which read, “It could never work out. You two are not made for each other.” This is in fact a pretty routine statement thrown around rather loosely, but what does this even mean?

What in him was not made for me? And what in me was not made for him? His eyes could see mine when I was joyous and more, when I wept. Mine could see him too in both ecstasy and lowdown. His mouth could touch my ears to whisper sweet nothings, and mine would respond with multiplied glee. Our hands could hold each other on days when we didn't want to be loved at all. Our tongues would be coiled in a way, it would even shame the French. He could help me see the light during dark times, and I could help him see flowers bloom during the fall. Then what in us was not made for each other?

I chewed on this sentence for several hours and a couple of days, when I realized that this is but a sham. No other human here is made for you; they are simply made for themselves. And this belief that we need to keep looking till we find someone who is Made For Us is an utter fad, because no one is perfectly made for you. And never will be. The only human ever made for you, is you.

As I uttered this to myself, I gave me a pat on the back and locked that chapter, in the book and in my memory.

xAG