Last weekend, I whisked W away to the city for two days of fun and romance. Or maybe she whisked me away. I can’t be sure.
Anyway, we saw the musical Mama Mia, dined at a cute little Italian restaurant, browsed the shelves of a gay bookstore, caught a movie, did some shopping. It was restful, rejuvenating and romantic.
Plus, it was my birthday, which made it super sweet like the tiramisu in a little teacup that we shared for dessert.
The weekend got me thinking about this quote:
“A successful marriage requires falling in love over and over again, always with the same person.”
— Mignon McLaughlin
Sunday morning, W and I were lying around in our king-size hotel bed all wrapped up in each other, and I could feel them: the butterflies in my stomach, the tingles in my toes. We could see the sparks in the air like we were huddled under the covers and we both had a major case of static electricity.
That’s when it hit me. I’m still in love with W.
It’s not that I had doubts or had forgotten. Sometimes there’s no time for being in love in the rush of our ordinary, everyday lives.
Sometimes you have to slow down and take the time to see what’s been right there in front of your eyes the whole time.