Running and Wedding Dresses

So we went on a run together today,
We passed an older couple walking slowly, quiet, slightly smiling.
We passed two young girls with big hair getting ready to get on the lake for the day.
We saw three young gentlemen intently observing the girls.
It made me think about us.
About how easily it is to become too distracted, too tired to be crazy about each other anymore.
I thought about how I forget to get you a coffee sometimes on Sunday morning.
I thought about how you correct me for the hundred and fiftieth time to shut off the lights in the morning.
It takes effort you know.
Effort to remember why it is we fell in love.
I fell in love with your intellect, yet you never want to talk.
You in fell in love with my whims, yet now they seem to annoy you.
I forget to silently observe the things that you do,
your habits,
your ways that make you the one.
You forget that yelling at me hurts my feelings to the point of retreat.
You married an independent spirit.
I married an ornery twinkle in your eye.
It is amazing what perspective will do.
It can shift things either way.
I wanted to be the girl in your truck,
The girl on the back of your bike,
The one that laughs the loudest at your jokes,
Your biggest fan.
You still make my stomach fall to my toes when you get really intense and close.
You still have amazing calves.
Right now you and I, we are somewhere in between.
We are in between big hair and slow walks.
Today we ran with each other at the same pace, although we both had a playful debate on which one of us compromised.