Here i am, smoking a cigarrette after a pause of the tenth time watching “Eat, pray, love”, digesting all the emotions that bring moving from one place to another and the only word coming to my mind is “usual suspect”.
The usual suspect defined by my repetitive experience is that person who you focus all your anxieties and expectations with the bonus of knowing that any posible attachment it would unfructful due to the short time left before your departure. Is kind of selfish or maybe dishonest because even though you told them up front the adventure has a due date, you are the only one in the equation who enjoys the anticipation.
Many of the more torrid and remembered love affairs i have had were what i call usual suspects, make no mistake most of them has been the best prospect i could ever wish for, but timing was the excuse i always relied on. In a way it feels like you need somebody to forfeit on your responsability to move on.
The hang over of having a usual suspect is bitter, full of guilt, after all keep in mind my catholic venezuelan up bringing. Although self inflicted it turns into a ghost that reminds you how foolish you are, sometimes i wonder if this situation suits perfectly to an abusive relationship taking in consideration the leverage from the other side to increase your remorse.
At the end the whole dynamic works for both parties, for the sake of having an intense romance with minimal colateral damages in the name of self preservation, a safe heaven to all gay men who rather have their walls up. To all of you, i dedicate this lines with the advice of letting yourselves turn back only to remember how joyful the journey was. It's about the journey not about the man.
A quote from the movie, James Franco is staring at Julia Roberts during the theater performance, and a voice in the background says “ ...i will give you all these and more, until i am so exhausted and deplited the only way i can recover is by becoming in touch waiting for someone else”.