Relationships are mysterious things.  One day, we are alone. The next day, we meet someone.  And then a relationship develops.  How does it develop?  Like a strange animal.  It lives and breathes and it grows.  It feeds on energy, both positive and negative.  It becomes a living thing. 

There's me, there's you, and there's our relationship, a third thing, which is different from you and me; a trinity of sorts.  The relationship brings surprises, both pleasant and unpleasant.  It digresses, goes off on wild tangents.  It touches our soft spots, causing joy and pain.  The relationship stretches, but it does not break.

Sometimes the relationship needs to be left alone.  It doesn't need any more analysis.  Please, no more!  It either feels its own rightness, its own trueness, or else we just want to be left alone.  The relationship needs space.

And sometimes it needs time.  Time is just curved space, a fourth dimension.  It was our destiny, we tell ourselves, that we met.  And a relationship developed.  It was just our destiny.