#soppyloveshit

Sometimes it's a good idea to remember. Otherwise in the busyness of life (not that I am particularly busy... I just seem to create work for myself), you can almost feel it slip away. Imperceptibly.
You used to wake every morning and go to sleep at night with them in your mind. You used talk for hours.
Schedules mean you can't talk as often...
... so you only exchange a few words right before bed. Rushing from place to place and trying to remember concepts that you have to commit to memory. And before you know it, you're just together in name alone.

So I had to dig up the ol' E. shrine, find myself some letters, cry over a few memories and look at a few photos. I remember thinking that I wished I could return to that honeymoon phase. But I am happier with what I have. Okay, granted - I'd rather forget a few events that call into question the first two years of our relationship - but on the whole, even though we've spent the last three years of our relationship apart, I think it's a better one.
So sometimes, you just have to take the time. Reminisce. Take a breath. And breathe.