i’ve always loved the adolescence of a relationship.

i wish we could bottle those feelings elicited in the beginning. the butterflies, the giggles, the desire to talk all night…

sometime back i was describing to a married friend how 4 hour conversations fly by and seem like 30 minutes.

he wisely advised me to enjoy that time…because you never get it back.

he told me once you’re married conversations go like this:

‘hi’
‘hi’
‘what do you want for dinner?’
‘i don’t know’
‘ok, i’ll figure it out’
‘ok, see you in 20 minutes’
‘bye’
‘bye’

the kicker was him saying ‘and oddly enough, that feels like 30 minutes too’