I love Harry a little more every day. I wonder how that happens.
They’ve done a new study that says there’s some kind of chemical that’s found to be in higher quantities in new lovers than in ones that have been together for more than a year.
They say that’s why marriages grow stale. That lust, that drive that attracts you and attacks you in the beginning when everything is hot and heavy supposedly goes away when that chemical dissipates.
In my case, that hasn’t happened yet.
Do I have more of this chemical, or is it simply that this experiment is a crock of shit?
I believe the latter of the two.
Not all people love the same. There’s no way to measure it. And I don’t think Science should try to do so.
Every day, I find out new and interesting things about my husband. He never ceases to amaze me. I love that.
I hope it’s the same way for him.
We have fun together. We’re a good team when it comes to life in general. We make each other laugh.
We’re luckier than most. I remind myself of that whenever things get a little off.
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