The dust settles slowly on the lost novelty of new ( but now old) love. Nowhere near as exciting and spontaneous as it used to be, but present all the same. You get used to it. That's where the real challenge lies: do you keep it, or do you cast it away and look for a new adventure?

I like keeping it.

There's something charming about completing his sentences and speaking out his thoughts. It feels like belonging to something/one.

And that's what I always wanted.