You can decipher the phase of a relationship based on the substance and content of the conversations. There is excitement at the beginning, to communicate oneself, build a common ground and connection. There is understanding in the middle, the desire to meet halfway, settle the differences and come up with a resolution. And, in almost the end — almost the end — there is exhaustion, and refusal to listen, consider and understand the other. Contempt and secret hatred accumulate. Conflict becomes normal.
But there is also hope — that after these, it will transcend the boundary of cruelty and nascent possibilities will emerge. Compassion, perhaps.
Watching the communication pattern of relationships as it integrates and disintegrates from one period to another is fascinating and dejecting at the same time. Like death is an inevitable requisite of evolution, and in the course of our affection and human existence, we die in thousand, bitter ways, and burst in thousand, bitter shards. Then, after that, we piece ourselves together, evolve, and form galaxies.