special, just like any other couple
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It is quite hard to avoid using those cute little cooing words that, after all, any other couple uses: sweetie, sweetheart, sweets, baby, hun, honey, bun, bunny, teddy, kitty, puppy, pumpkin, etc. It's true that with some decent interest and creativity in letting the significant other (can't believe I used that!) know how special and unique (s)he is, you can come up with something more intimate, more customised, and more cryptic to the rest of us. I can live knowing these.
However, seeing a woman kiss a man in that special manner, in that special place that--dammit--was mine, ours... that certainly gets me thinking. How many more sweet nothings do we share in the end just by being in the couples' tribe? Does the trend stop before the bed? Before the toilet throne? Before a certain class or income? Less and less I believe that it is so. Then, as funny and as bitter as it is, I've just started to contemplate another aspect of love being blind: allowing us, the couple, to feel so special and unique whether together or apart.
Going back to cute little cooing words, in my case this newly recognised blindness will translate into: a. no more cooing of generic names in public--I may get the wrong teddy running to my arms and b. no more cooing of cryptic names in public--I may inspire others and dissipate our hard won uniqueness. I know, I know, there's always c. having a big laugh and d. not giving a damn.
However, seeing a woman kiss a man in that special manner, in that special place that--dammit--was mine, ours... that certainly gets me thinking. How many more sweet nothings do we share in the end just by being in the couples' tribe? Does the trend stop before the bed? Before the toilet throne? Before a certain class or income? Less and less I believe that it is so. Then, as funny and as bitter as it is, I've just started to contemplate another aspect of love being blind: allowing us, the couple, to feel so special and unique whether together or apart.
Going back to cute little cooing words, in my case this newly recognised blindness will translate into: a. no more cooing of generic names in public--I may get the wrong teddy running to my arms and b. no more cooing of cryptic names in public--I may inspire others and dissipate our hard won uniqueness. I know, I know, there's always c. having a big laugh and d. not giving a damn.
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