As a traveler, I find myself almost comically alone. I say that because, though I may meet 10, 20, or even more people every day that I am actively traveling, I am still perpetually alone. This is why a lover can be so important and have such an impact on a traveler’s life.
They provide a level of comfort almost equal to that of a true companion without most of the drawbacks of a real relationship. Before I continue, I want to make it very clear that this is different than the fickle notion of a “fuck-buddy” or a one-night-stand. These encounters are nothing more than a replacement for a right-hand. A lover is so much more.
A lover can get you through the tough times in your life; a lover can comfort you and put a smile on your face when no one else can; a lover doesn’t necessarily leave before you wake up and, hell, she might even make you breakfast once; a lover’s smile always makes you happy; and, most important, a lover helps you relax and feel an ultimate sense of tranquility before, during, and after what might have been a tornado of an evening the likes of which you may not otherwise indulge.
But, alas, a lover is not and cannot be permanent. Otherwise she would not be a lover. Never forget that the lover is not your significant other; she is not your girlfriend and you need to keep it that way. The lover is no more than a prescription pain killer – it doesn’t cure the source of the problem, it just covers up the problem for that moment and takes you to another world.
This is why the lover cannot be permanent. She cannot be your girlfriend or all of the remedies that she provides will be gone. If you see her every day, she will not be able to take you away from that which you experience every day; if you talk to her all the time, she has become something more, something real, quickly nullifying the effect of the lover.
Most important, however, is that you not ever, under any circumstance, fall for your lover; and, if she is great, hell amazing, instead of just good, you may end up falling for her. But, she is your lover and not your love. The second that you fall for your lover is the second that the pain that she helped to alleviate becomes a thousand times worse. She will never love you back and loving a ghost is worse than loving nothing at all.