Watching what you eat, doing skin routines, drinking enough water, getting through task lists, picking colours, dishes to serve, figuring whether you want flowers or lamps or both, guestlists, coordination, planning honeymoons, winding up work… And amidst all this, that single moment in traffic when you’re forced to pause. You look next to you and you sigh, and silently place your hand on his as he switches the gear. Love, most of the times, is about getting shit done.
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