Marriage is like a circle - united, smooth, symmetrical, unbreakable. How then is it supposed to be made up of people who have edges – pointy and sharp, with separate needs and wants?
I suppose that over the years it is hoped you rub the rough edges off one another, you grate together long enough to sand off the corners, leaving only smooth curves for the waves of time to wash over. Time. Time sprints past in pairs.
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