How is it that you can fall as quickly out as love as you did in love? Those first glances, the first touches, the first times, suddenly melt into the tenth time, the twentieth, the fiftieth time, until you can't remember what it is like to feel shivers down your spine, to be so deeply in love. 
 I remember when I first met my boyfriend Toby. I kept my phone in my pocket at all times, and under my pillow at night. I checked it compusilvley. 11.35pm, 11.36pm, 11.37pm. Now I don't even have it switched on half the time, because it is just another way fot Toby to interrupt my time spent away from him.
  When do you reach the point in a relationship when you stop pretending you exist on salads and actually eat proper food like normal people do? What happened to getting home and tearing each others clothes off? When did I stop wearing sexy underwear and start wearing cheap cotton knickers with a mismatched bra? When was the moment I stopped applying fake tan and actually let Toby see me in my natural state? Naturally beautiful? Naturally ugly?
  Why do I remember the exact moment I fell in love with him, yet I cant remember when I fell out of love with him? Was it something he said, something he did, or did it creep up on us both like middle aged spread?
  He told me he loved me. But that's before I went up two dress sizes. He said he didn't mind, that skinny girls weren't as attractive to him. He failed to mention that he didn't like fatties either. Am I really a fatty? I admit I've put on weight, but I'm curvy now, not fat, and curvys a good thing, right?   
  What is it we are scared of? Should we just accept that every relationship is bound to become stale after the honeymoon period?
  But what about those couples you read about celebrating sixty years of marriage? Surely that's because they still love each other and not just beacuse they couldn't be arsed to get a divorce and find their true love. 
True love lasts forever. Isn't that what they say?