I wonder if the many many stereotypes regarding love and married life are there to set lower expectations and to avoid disappointment. He's had many guy friends ask him if he feels acutely the loss of freedom. And he just goes 'huh?'. We've never had to restrict each in any way or perhaps we are just lucky enough not to have hobbies that the other disapproves of.
The other day at a colleague's bond free party, his friend asked about when we got married and commented that we still have the look of newly weds. But in truth, I can't imagine love diluting as the years go by. In our minds, we were wed a long time ago in Cornell. Every year surprised us with how much love we can have for one another. We never thought it was possible to love as we do now. That such unadulterated emotions can be washed pale with the years is simply sacrilegious.
It's true that we do not argue or tiff much. We talk over things that tick us off -- well admittedly, it's mainly me telling him how to deal with my sensitivities (spell: being demanding >_<). He's either too easy going or I'm just too goooood *whistle*. So cheers to all blossoming love and may they be cling-wrap preserved.
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