TO: Well-meaning partners everywhere
FROM: A well-meaning husband, post-lunch
When two people have been together awhile they enjoy the benefits of shared ownership of a complex tapestry made together. This is known. And the craft-work, of course, is comprised of good and bad stitches and is frayed in some parts and holds tight elsewhere. At intermittent times one of you will look at this marvel of shared creation and pull a thread from the past and—perhaps due to momentarily feeling vulnerable, or having had a bad day at work, or clinging to a regret, or considering an unfulfilled dream held up to the light of that candle that burns too quick, the great clock that ticks too fast—will lament no longer being a certain age. If it's your partner experiencing this, do not, regardless of how well-meaning you are, suggest making lunch and then rush to the grocery store and return to present them with a bowl of Ramen-style noodles, saying, "I thought these might bring back some memories from our college days—when this is all we could afford, and we had so much fun. We can be young again."
Don't ask me how I know but that shit don't work.
From the Desk of...
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