Maybe I've hit the jackpot this time. Sometimes it catches me off guard, that sudden cognizance that I love so truly and thoroughly and am being so likewise loved in return.
He does meaningful little things like stopping the car by the roadside to pick wildflowers for me although he's allergic to pollen. Like getting breakfast ready while I shower every morning, and doing the laundry for me. Little things to bring a smile to my face.
They say it goes downhill once you start living together.
It doesn't have to.
It only goes downhill once you start taking the other for granted, whether or not you live together.
Its as simple as that.
