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The weird thing is, I actually enjoy the feeling of 'disconnection' even though the 'connection' is there.
It's akin to two lovers.
They may love each other so much, they live in each other's hip pocket and are joined like Siamese twins...they will have sex 3,4 & 5 times a day. They will hold hands whilst washing dishes, complete each other's sentences...live as one person, even though they are two...and this will be fine for a few months...maybe for a year...and then, it becomes dull and boring...you still love that person and they still love you just as much, but the close proximity is starting to irk and frustrate...and the 'bedroom antics' are starting to lose the spark they once had and it seems that no matter how much you love each other, you don't seem to appreciate each other as individuals much anymore...you are taking the whole situation for granted now and the novelty has worn off...the 'honeymoon period' is definitely over.
So, one (or the other) decides to move out, but not to break up...just to see each other once a week...once a fortnight maybe, to put some spark...romance...'zing' back into the relationship and so they decide to separate, even though they are still together, just so when they DO come together again, sparks fly, fireworks go off and the Earth/Universe moves to accommodate them...so they don't allow themselves to become 'used to it' anymore and potentially destroy the whole relationship.
It's like this with myself and Shiva.
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