Always pursue them, even when they’re yours.
Never end the chase.
Flirt like it’s your third date, you’re tipsy and you haven’t fucked yet but know you are going to.
Buy the flowers.
Wear the lingerie.
Open doors.
Slap their ass.
Always pursue them, even when they’re yours.
There is no such thing as “Happily Ever After” – love and relationships don’t run on auto pilot.
I would like there to be, for me, an “And they lived happily, in amongst the highs and lows of daily living. They grew older together, overcame things life threw at them with a wonderful togetherness, occasionally disagreed and then made up with wild, animalistic sex. They were partners of a different, kinky sort who explored together, got lost together, and kept finding each other until the very end of their lives. They treated each other’s hearts with a spiritual reverence born of knowing the value and beauty of it, until they stopped beating. Some say they love each other still.”
I would throw in that there was lots and lots of dirty, nasty, debauched sex, but somethings should just go without saying.