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::Straight from a page of your favorite author.....::

Relationships are like a novel by your favorite author. You know their writing style. You like them. You’re instantly attracted to the cover. To the story.
You start out fresh on the crisp first page…all with interest and intrigue and your 100% undivided attention.
Glass of wine. Even turning off the TV to sit down and read. Just you and your book. You carry it around in your purse with love and honor.
And then around page…26ish…you start to get a little bored.
Your attention begins to drift.
You sometimes forget to even pick the book up. It just lays neglected on the coffee table while you watch some brainless reality show.
So then you loose your page.
You try to figure out where you left off…skipping boring passages…skipping whole chapters altogether…just to “hurry up and get to the end.”

You get to read all about your characters action packed adventures. All the fluffy sex scenes.
All the violent fights.
All the drama.

But you never really connected with who that character was….because you skipped over like 18 chapters in a rush to get through it.

So when the main character dies at the end, you don’t feel anything.

With that being said, no, we are not on the same page.

Because in an effort to be the perfect couple, we forgot character development and plot. Somehow attention got diverted. We began focusing on the things going on around us, instead of what was going on inside of us. We were so willing to commit 100% of everything we were in the first few chapters, but when it started to get boring, or when the writing style wasn’t really what we thought it would be, instead of pushing through those awkward chapters, we just skipped right to the end.

And now that the story has ended, can you really go back and re-read those first few chapters?
Would that really help?
You already know the ending.

Time to move on to another book. And start over. Again.

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