Sometimes, when distress takes effect over me, and I’m stuck in a never-ending groove, the bizarreness of relationships reverberates in my mind, and I’m forced to question the existence of perfect relationships. It’s bewildering to think that because you have been with him for three long years now, lived-in for a year and a half, your parents know him in-and-out, you’re tempted to believe that your relationship is a perfect example of the Romeo-n-Juliet fantasy, little knowing that time span does not boil down to a healthy relationship. It’s astonishing to realize that when your friends talk about the crests and troughs in your relationship, you seem to brag the years you’ve been together for, more than your love for each other. Well, that doesn’t come as a surprise. No, truly. During the course of time, the starry-eyed you seems to lose the grip over your significant other when adventure becomes a thing of the past, public displays of affection lose edge, romantic dates turn into we-split-bills dinners, and surprises fly out of the window like they just don’t make sense anymore. Flabbergasting? True that.
You know, for once, I might sound like a counselor or a typical veteran,