As I walk my dogs along the road in the late evening, I pass the same house each time. From the road, the ethereal glow of two televisions can be seen through the opaque drapes. One television is turned to a sports channel, the other to CSI, or other such primetime show.
I know the people that live there, an aged couple with children and career long behind them. They are left with each other and their long-festering relationship. I'm so worried that when my marriage reaches its sixtieth year, our kisses will grow stale, our very presence a bother to one another, the only relief we find is in our separate television shows late at night; made even more sad by the juxtaposition with the blissful joy we live in now...
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