after a few months, every infatuation fades. The passion ramps down, the fairy dust evaporates, the pheromones calm, and, instead of two people who float on clouds of ecstasy, who think of one another endlessly when they’re apart and can’t stop touching when they’re together, you end up two people who have to decide, every day, whether or not you still want to be a couple; whether to stay or go.
