Gary and I were watching Sleepless in Seattle, and Meg Ryan was talking about the “magic” that happens when you meet “the one.”
“Did we have the magic?” I asked Gary. “I don’t remember.”
He said, “We had the magic at first. But then, you know, the magic always fades.”
And then he rubbed my big toe.
I’d rather have reality over magic.
2 responses to “Gary and the Grand Passion”
If giant hormonal crushes didn’t fade to at least some extent, we’d die off so quickly… turns out it’s really useful/necessary for semi-responsible adults to think of things other than The Crush for at least reasonable portions of our waking hours, and also useful/necessary to sleep.
(and I’m glad you prefer reality. Such a good thing!)
KC – reality lasts longer. Rather that than a passionate flame-out.