Tell me the secret to keeping not just love but lust alive, day after day, year after year, even as it is buried by the ever-mounting minutiae of life with small children.
Show me the way back to us at 21, so young and new to each other, desperate to touch at all times, longing for each other from across the room.
I want to want like that, truly and fiercely.
But we will never be new to each other again, or 21.
Please tell me there is still a way, that time is not our enemy, that familiarity does not always breed contempt.
Please help me find the way back to how we used to be, or forward to where we might be better.