Delivery, Please.

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It’s a bit odd and yet heart-sweetening to realize that you know someone that well and yet you are not bored.

When the rush-hour phone call to the cheap Asian delivery is ordered with an automatic knowing. Of course that’s what he wants. No need to think. Sesame tofu please. No egg right? No fish sauce please. I’ll pay cash at the door, as you run that yellow light.

Be it that, or Indian. Saag Paneer, no doubt. Chana masala, if we’re feeling spicy.

Sushi? Tempura rolls are a must. And there must never be the thought of shortage. We should have to beg the other to take that last piece, that’s how full one is after sharing sushi with my husband.

Pizza. Yes, always pizza. Banana peppers, olives, extra cheese. No more than two toppings unless the sky is falling down. Even though I question it every time, I know this is how he likes it, no if’s, and’s or but’s. Sounds blah to me, but it ain’t my pizza.

Speaking to a friend in passing about relationships I shared how I once stayed with a boy three years too long simply because I never spent more than a week at once by his side. Distance breeds overly optimistic perceptions of the reality of love.

Romance abounds, but with it, delusions and foolish desires of the possibility of change, even of the changeless.

Real love is sitting on the couch, exhausted and hungry. It is going to the bank and sorting laundry. It is distributing duties according to strengths and needs. It is the search for that one small but spot-on gift each birthday, each Christmas year after year, without becoming complacent or predictable. Real love is not either of these things, even when it appears routine.

True love is coming to grips with those opinions which you simply do not share, oh well. It is accepting one another’s weaknesses and sticky points, without thinking less of the person.

It is encouraging growth and sharing passions. It is deep-sea diving into the heart and finding that gem, the one that glinted in the sun first igniting a spark, years ago.

Real love is holding one another close, remembering that whispered “I love you” each night as you drift asleep.

And never ever forgetting it.

 

 

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