Witness

I heard the most profound dialogue in a movie a few days ago.
She asked, "Why do people get married?"
He offered, "Passion?"
She countered, "We need a witness to our lives.  There's a billion people on the planet....I mean, what does any one life really mean?  But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything - the good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things - all of it, all the time, everyday.  You're saying 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it.  Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness.'''

For some reason this exchange between the characters resonated on a deep level; it has stayed with me even days later.  Is this desire to have a "witness" to our lives what causes such restlessness?  Is this what creates the emptiness that plagues the deepest recesses of our soul when we lack that one other person to "witness" the carefully choreographed routine that has become our life?

I think it may be.  Some mistake this yearning as lack of a physical connection with another, but find that when morning comes and your lover is gone and the wonderful after glow has faded - the restlessness inevitably returns.  Essentially we may be answering the immediate physical need, but we are cheating our deep soulful need - the need to have our own witness.  Not just any witness will do either; it has to be the one who will stand by you during the good times, the bad times, the terrible times, the mundane times and every time.