06 September 2004

I learned a secret about love today. Maybe it's not such a secret, but I never really thought about it before... Seems to me like most relationships are kinda like meals you rush through in order to get to the dessert. The dessert is the vacations, the dates, the going out to restaurants or movies... The meal is the mundane stuff. Like having pizza rolls for breakfast with your beloved. Like having your beloved hand you a towel while you're in the bathroom after a shower. The making of the coffee, the foot-tickling, the grocery shopping, the checking of the bus schedule, the hand-holding...

It occurs to me that if one rushes through the hand-holding and the pizza rolls and the "boring" crap, in order to get to the "good" stuff, it's probably not really love.

There is little in this world that I cherish more than being able to wake up my beloved from a nap, with a kiss and some silly sweet-nothings, and share plates of pizza rolls with him for breakfast.

I am not so out of touch as to not realize how cheesy that sounds.

Whatever. It's true.

~H.T.*