Love is rarely pure and never simple.
When I think of marriage I think of a room, where you cannot open a window for there is no window. Every morning you open up your eyes and the room is small, you can’t move, you cannot take a breath you have to get out. You cannot think of anything else, or anyone else.
Marital bliss is a great burden to place on two people. Sometimes, a third person is needed to lighten the load.
(A good woman)
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