Something just hit me today as I was angrily storming from the bathroom to my bedroom, in a hurry to get dressed for work. I was in danger of being late (again) because at the last minute, Robert needed care that meant I had to drop everything I was doing.
The thing that hit me was that I have forgotten how to be in love. I love Robert, don’t get me wrong. He’s been in my life since I was 22. But the time seems to have long since past that I feel in love. I suppose this happens to everyone in a long-term relationship, doesn’t it?
The thing that caused me to even think of it was that I’d written an email to a friend who had recently fallen in love. I told this friend to “remember what it feels like to be in love. It can hit you like a sack of rocks and take your breath away.” And it dawned on me today that I haven’t felt that way for a very long time. And maybe I should. Perhaps it will give me a new perspective on things.