There is something pretty extraordinary about knowing that someone loves you enough and is committed enough to you and to the idea of your relationship to weather the ups and downs.
This came as a big surprise to me, since so many of my relationships were so precarious.
Familiarity, however, takes a toll on romance. Romance, in my opinion, necessitates a little mystery.
So the other day Nick said we should go out for a romantic date.
And I asked if he thought we still had romance.
He was surprised. "Do you think we lack romance?"
"Well, do you think romance is dead in our relationship?"
I guess I just assumed that once someone has looked your hemorrhoids full on in the, uh, whatever, you just have to figure that they love you completely, but that romance has gone straight out the window.
Fortunately, he seems to have gotten past that little episode.