Paradoxical Delights #2
“How long have you been married?” I asked her because she was telling stories about her husband seated next to her with a raised eyebrow.
“52 years. He’s so romantic,” she declared.
“I am?” He asked quizzically.
“Yes. You don’t always mean to be, but you are. Every time you help with the chores, help me find my keys or grab my hand as we walk into a crowd…I think all of those things are romantic,” she asserted.
He and I both nodded and held our mouths in the position of universal approval.
She continued, “You’re terrible at gift buying, always have been, but I think all of the little ways you look out for me are your love language and I find them romantic. It’s why we’ve stayed married for 52 years and it’s why our sex life is still so good.”
And with that I dismissed myself from the conversation.
But, I learned at least one definition of being indirectly romantic.
Worth Repeating
Once upon a time, there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
— Nicole Krauss
