Proverb: Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance and find out you still care for that person.
I recently came upon a stash of letters. The events relayed in those letters were so ordinary, so mundane, that at first I wondered why they had been set to paper.
I thought then about the letters I mentally pen to those I care about when they are away. Those letters are filled with the mundane, the ordinary, the everyday – the things that connect us, the people we know, the things we would talk about during the “Hi, honey, I’m home” conversation.
Strangers are relegated to hearing about the significant or the unusual – they hear not what we want to share with them, but rather what we want them to know.