There’s a clichéd idea that what makes people stay in love is things like candlelight and flowers and sexy glances across crowded rooms. All that is lovely, and it helps. But so does our nerdy private language.
This. A million times. There’s only one person in the world I can say “This one.” and “Where’s the hat, Snookums?” and “Taikonaut!” and have him know exactly what I mean. That’s the best.
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Comments
3 responses to “The Language of a Marriage”
oh those cliches mean so little don’t they? Everyone finds their own ways of communicating. Great stuff.
Exactly!
ahahhah… that’s what I call “comfy”, I like comfy, there’s something nice about this ;D