The other day I was asked "How did you and Rob make it work?" I asked my mother the same thing about her marriage, "How did you make it work?" I thought I knew the answer and what we both discussed, me and my mother, confirmed what I thought.
Oh, except that the relationship will end. Expect and end. Either one or both of you end the relationship or, even where there is a lifelong commitment, one of you dies. All relationships end. Always. Inevitably. And with that expectation in place, the rest is a piece of cake. I mean, what's the worst that can happen between then and now?
If you're lucky, there are flowers and chocolates in between. If you're very lucky neither of you ends up with a debilitating condition that results in one of you wiping the ass of the other and wiping vomit from chins and hair. And if you're luckier than most, you'll die together, in some freak accident, without pain and suffering.
But let's face it, most of us are lucky to just fall in love and the worst that can happen? Well, you already know it's going to end, no matter how perfect it is today, so maybe the key is simply to be here in this moment, not making plans for next month or next year or a lifetime.
See? Love. Piece of cake.