It's weird, the difference between the things you savour and those you want all at once.
You eat one birthday chocolate a night and tiny teaspoons of creme brulee. A great novel however, you squeeze the pages into spare seconds, nearly knocking into lamposts as you believe you can multi-task. And another box of chocolates will taste as good but reading a book for the second time just isn't the same.
Maybe there is such thing as a time limit on relationships. In order to make them last longer, you have savour it. Perhaps a relationship that is set to last two years could last five. But you have to have less of each other. Is that where the public are going wrong, because when romance is present, they use up all their time too quickly? Is our problem that we don't savour those we love but instead squeeze?
Strangely enough, early summer seems to be break up period. Maybe it's the topless frolicking that makes you realise your partner really has put weight on, or the extra flow of beers in the afternoon causing disagreements on the sausages. For some, it's a shame the squeeze came before the best season.
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