‘I’m not a concept. Too many guys think I’m a concept or I complete them or I’m going to make them alive, but I’m just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don’t assign me yours’
A lot can take place over a seven year period. Personally I don’t like 7. It’s an odd number. I’m one of those people who turns the volume up on a TV to an even number. It just seems safer in my mind. Why go up to 11? 10 is good. 10 is safe. Nice and roundy and perfect.
For the last seven years of my life I’ve been in the company of one of the universes greatest achievements. A girl in fact. Someone who ticks every box and surpasses anything I could of hoped for in my teenage angst years. Over seven years I’ve grown from a sex crazed, spotty, thin little runt with an ego the size of Australia to a laid back guy in his mid twenties aspiring to be a writer and working an everyday job in Soho.
To say that I could of made the transition easier without this girl would be impossible. She has been my rock through some of the toughest times in my life as well as the happiest. All this in just seven years. Why seven? Because thats when it ends, at seven. Seven is enough. It’s not a nice rounded number, yet despite this, it’s a huge achievement. I’d be lying if I said I wanted to end at seven, but thats how things have to be.
So what happens after seven?
I have no idea. Due to the nature of our living together and the income we earn separately, we’re unable to move apart for some time. So we’re friends. We’re Ross and Rachel, we’re Simon Pegg and Jessica Stevenson. A fresh start. Something new, something different.
What happens after seven scares me. Is this the slowest break up in history? Will I crack when we do move on to new pastures? Will we see other people? Will we get back together? ‘Will she get off the plane’?
No idea. It’s in the lap of the Gods. And quite frankly I think it’s unhealthy to even consider the notion of the future. Because seven is just a number. Like any other. Odd or even, it doesn’t matter. Every day should be lived like its day one (and by that I don’t mean exiting a vagina), live today like no other and take it all in no matter the fear. It’s okay to be scared.
So yeah things are going to get hairy. She’ll be spooning another guy, sucking his cock and laughing at his jokes with you becoming a seven year memory in the back of her mind. Did you want to hear that? Probably not. But hey! We’re not playing numbers here. We all want to be happy, right? So be it. Be excellent to each other.
Life is too precious to worry about seven’s. Worry about today. Eat what you want, drink what you want, smoke what you want, read what you want, fuck who you want but most importantly —
Just live how you want.
I’ll leave you with this…