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So if five years can end, what exactly are the rest of us doing? I need someone to answer that, because I found out last week that a couple I’ve looked up to forever broke up. Together since college. Matching mugs. They had a dog with a human name. I was at their apartment the Christmas before last, and she finished his sentence and he passed her the salt before she even asked, and I remember going home thinking, I want that. And now he’s got a one bedroom across town and she’s posting quotes about new beginnings, and I’ve been lying awake like it happened to me. Like, what do you mean it didn’t work out? Work out how? You’ve been to each other’s grandparents’ funerals! You know their Netflix password, their coffee order, their blood type, the exact sound they make before they sneeze. You’ve got five years of inside jokes. Where does all that go? Who gets to keep “remember the guy with the parrot”? I think what scares me about it is that I always thought time was the proof. I thought if you could get past the first year, and then the second, then you were safe. You’d passed. As if love were a video game and at some point you’d unlock a level where nothing can hurt you anymore. Then you see two good people, no cheating, no big scandal, just two people sitting on the end of a bed saying “i don’t think this is it,” and you realize no one’s ever really safe. You can do everything right. You can know someone completely and they can still become someone you don’t recognize, or you can. That’s terrifying. If I’m honest, it’s also why I check my boyfriend’s face a little too closely when he goes quiet at dinner. But I’ve been trying to look at it from the other side too, because I don’t think five years is wasted just because it ended. They had those years. The laughing was real. They helped each other become who they are now, and that doesn’t vanish because the ending wasn’t what anybody planned. People grow, and sometimes they grow in different directions, and it takes a brave kind of honesty to admit that instead of staying miserable for thirty more years just to keep the number going up. Plenty of long marriages are lonelier than that breakup. And I guess it means love isn’t something you finish. There’s no point where you’ve won it. You just keep choosing it, on boring Tuesdays, for as long as you both can. That doesn’t make me less scared, exactly. Nothing is more terrifying than watching people break up after being together for years. But maybe it’s a reason to look up from my phone tonight and ask him how his day was, and really listen.
So if five years can end, what exactly are the rest of us doing? I need someone to answer that, because I found out last week that a couple I’ve looked up to forever broke up. Together since college. Matching mugs. They had a dog with a human name. I was at their apartment the Christmas before last, and she finished his sentence and he passed her the salt before she even asked, and I remember going home thinking, I want that. And now he’s got a one bedroom across town and she’s posting quotes about new beginnings, and I’ve been lying awake like it happened to me. Like, what do you mean it didn’t work out? Work out how? You’ve been to each other’s grandparents’ funerals! You know their Netflix password, their coffee order, their blood type, the exact sound they make before they sneeze. You’ve got five years of inside jokes. Where does all that go? Who gets to keep “remember the guy with the parrot”? I think what scares me about it is that I always thought time was the proof. I thought if you could get past the first year, and then the second, then you were safe. You’d passed. As if love were a video game and at some point you’d unlock a level where nothing can hurt you anymore. Then you see two good people, no cheating, no big scandal, just two people sitting on the end of a bed saying “i don’t think this is it,” and you realize no one’s ever really safe. You can do everything right. You can know someone completely and they can still become someone you don’t recognize, or you can. That’s terrifying. If I’m honest, it’s also why I check my boyfriend’s face a little too closely when he goes quiet at dinner. But I’ve been trying to look at it from the other side too, because I don’t think five years is wasted just because it ended. They had those years. The laughing was real. They helped each other become who they are now, and that doesn’t vanish because the ending wasn’t what anybody planned. People grow, and sometimes they grow in different directions, and it takes a brave kind of honesty to admit that instead of staying miserable for thirty more years just to keep the number going up. Plenty of long marriages are lonelier than that breakup. And I guess it means love isn’t something you finish. There’s no point where you’ve won it. You just keep choosing it, on boring Tuesdays, for as long as you both can. That doesn’t make me less scared, exactly. Nothing is more terrifying than watching people break up after being together for years. But maybe it’s a reason to look up from my phone tonight and ask him how his day was, and really listen.

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