All the love songs are right
People warned me that all the happy in-love feelings would fade over time, and I've been sort of waiting for it. Well, not waiting. Just kind of expecting it would happen. And not really expecting either, because I don't want to make it out like I want it to happen or anything. Maybe just a silent knowing. Maybe I've silently known that, over time, all the happy in-love feelings would fade.
But they haven't faded, not at all. In fact, they've grown over time. I don't want to make you barf or anything, but I am more in love with Scott now than ever.
Love songs will come on the radio and I'll listen to them and I'll think, "God, they are so right! Everything in this love song is the truth!"
And then I'll think, "I am agreeing with a love song on the radio!"
I was shouting at Scott about how much I loved him and how I love him more and more each day. He replied with a quiet, "I love you, too."
And I shouted, "More and more each day?"
And he quietly said, "Sure."
I was all, "Sure? Sure? That's all you've got?"
He said, "Jennifer, you are the over-the-top one and I'm the understated one. Those are our roles."
"Really?"
"Yes," he replied.
He officially blew my mind.
Yesterday morning we were watching ABC This Week with George Stephanopoulos. Chrystia Freeland from the Financial Times was on the roundtable with a few others. She is really pretty. That photo on her official Financial Times page does her no justice. She is really quite beautiful.
I said, "Look at her. She is so pretty."
Scott looked up from his nerdy notes about the presidential race and said, "Which one?"
I waited for her to come back on the screen. "That one," I said.
He looked up at her, said, "Oh," and then went back to nerding out with his notes.
Then he said, all casual-like, with completely seriousness and without looking up, "She's not as pretty as you."
Now, I've got full reality about myself and I can see fairly clearly that that lady is really, really pretty (that crappy photo on the Web site aside). The part where Scott says I'm prettier and, what's more, actually believes it? My god!
I'm the luckiest girl alive.
Sometimes we fight and everything, but then the fights are over and then love recommences in earnest.
Barf bags are located in the seatback pocket in front of you.
But they haven't faded, not at all. In fact, they've grown over time. I don't want to make you barf or anything, but I am more in love with Scott now than ever.
Love songs will come on the radio and I'll listen to them and I'll think, "God, they are so right! Everything in this love song is the truth!"
And then I'll think, "I am agreeing with a love song on the radio!"
I was shouting at Scott about how much I loved him and how I love him more and more each day. He replied with a quiet, "I love you, too."
And I shouted, "More and more each day?"
And he quietly said, "Sure."
I was all, "Sure? Sure? That's all you've got?"
He said, "Jennifer, you are the over-the-top one and I'm the understated one. Those are our roles."
"Really?"
"Yes," he replied.
He officially blew my mind.
Yesterday morning we were watching ABC This Week with George Stephanopoulos. Chrystia Freeland from the Financial Times was on the roundtable with a few others. She is really pretty. That photo on her official Financial Times page does her no justice. She is really quite beautiful.
I said, "Look at her. She is so pretty."
Scott looked up from his nerdy notes about the presidential race and said, "Which one?"
I waited for her to come back on the screen. "That one," I said.
He looked up at her, said, "Oh," and then went back to nerding out with his notes.
Then he said, all casual-like, with completely seriousness and without looking up, "She's not as pretty as you."
Now, I've got full reality about myself and I can see fairly clearly that that lady is really, really pretty (that crappy photo on the Web site aside). The part where Scott says I'm prettier and, what's more, actually believes it? My god!
I'm the luckiest girl alive.
Sometimes we fight and everything, but then the fights are over and then love recommences in earnest.
Barf bags are located in the seatback pocket in front of you.
posted by Jennifer Myszkowski at
10:12 AM
1 Comments:
"People warned me that all the happy in-love feelings would fade over time," ???
I don't know who you've been listening to, but no way!!! Love fading is very sad when it happens, but that is in no way a built-in or natural part of a real love affair.
I find, personally, that your experience is right on the money... one loves the other person more and more every day, layering up into stratospheric levels previously unimagined as you build shared histories and a shared life. And even when one is comfortably cruising along at a high level of loving, some random thing or confluence of events will prompt especially intense moments or months, bumping up the overall level.
Long before then, even the specific, minor things one finds annoying about the person one loves become not just overlookable but actively loveable, because as annoying as those minor flaws might be, they are also characteristic of the one you love, and loveable for that reason.
There are things to be said in favor of being single-- certainly, being single is far better than being in a shitty or destructive relationship-- but there is nothing else life offers that can compare to the rewards of a happy, long-term love affair and romantic partnership.
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