honeymoon phase ((bag poem))

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1 month in

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the new car smell

the first snow fall of the year

the smell of a new baby

playing with a new toy

a new relationship

everything has a honeymoon phase

things are great

3 months in

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the car smells clean

the snow is pretty

baby on the way

still interested by the toy

you are happy with him/her

everything is perfect

but when does that phase end?

5 years in

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the new car will get dirty

the snow will melt away

babies grow into children

toys break

and relationships end

nothing is perfect




you can't be happy forever

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