She took a big breath trying to calm her breathing as the last few tears ran down her cheeks. People always warned her that the honeymoon phase would eventually make its grand finale, but she would argue with anyone that spoke this curse. She believed that if you truly love someone, shouldn't your life feel like one big honeymoon? After all, even paradise has its occasional storms. They have had their showers, even some wind once in a while, but was the hurricane coming from beyond the waves?
Are the constant "I love yous", kisses and cuddles going to turn into the daily routine of "love ya" followed by a quick peck as they each turn their separate ways, not to see each other again until the night just to do the same as they turn their backs to sleep. Is the once radiant smile going to turn into a grin? All while hoping that no one would look into her eyes to notice that the twinkle and laughter that was once there is now gone. Will the unending desire to feel loved and and fear of losing him to someone better going to change into the common recognition that that day is just around the corner.
Again tears rolled down her face, this time she did not wipe them because she could now see the storm warnings and knew it was time to take shelter
