You know that feeling
when you meet someone and it’s fireworks and butterflies and the whole world is drowned out when you’re with them? When you get older does that feeling get replaced with safe, secure, compatible, realistic?
Is that what responsibility brings? Is that what your gut starts subconsciously telling you, willing you to look for after a while?
That’s the gist of what my mother has said to me. She told me you have to choose to love your partner once the initial elation has worn away.
Mum and dad will have been married to each other for forty years this August.
