Chemistry

What happens when it’s not the chemistry that is to blame? 

What if, it’s just a case of bad timing? 

Maybe all that needs to be said is ‘Maybe, some other day?’. That’s what I think sometimes.

All you need is a dance party. Not a forced one with the baying for blood, guts and all the other gory muck that comes with it but, just a pure unadulterated dance party. Where, the music takes higher precedence than the ‘groovy’ steps or the ‘slick’ clothes or the ‘who’s with who’ banality. That’s what I think at least.

Maybe it’s never the chemistry that was to blame. Maybe it’s just the wrong hour of the wrong day. Chemistry never goes away. It’s always there come heaven, hell or high water. I feel it. I felt it then and I think I will always feel it.

All you need is a dance party and I will dance with my eyes closed and my mouth contorted into a wide grin. Take away this pain, take away the tiredness and take away all my doubts.

Today, this very moment, I want to be free. Free of it all.

After all it's never the chemistry. You either have it or you don't. But, you never lose it mid-way...