The dangers of familiar love remain quite real, even when they are no longer so daringly obvious. Untold hours of questioning and denial still rise up to chastise a single moment’s harmony and honeyed laughter.
Yet every demand, every ultimatum that cajoles and restrains one of us seems, oddly enough, to drill down deeper in tandem. As if still searching for some sort of homeostasis between us.
But the mystery of our familiarity has long since been breached