We think that it is the wrong person we’ve mistakenly got together with,
rather than keeping in mind that we’re with a pretty right person trying to do an exceptionally tricky thing: share a home.
It may in the end – strangely – just be a lot easier to love than to share a bathroom.
Our love stories are suffering from a mistaken cultural hierarchy.
Just as the book is often wrongly thought more important than the essay, so the live-in relationship is too readily assumed to be superior to the long-range version.
And yet, without ever meaning to do so, the long-distance relationship may simply, despite all its evident challenges,
throw up some of the absolutely ideal conditions for true love to thrive.
We should be wise to imbibe a few of the lessons life normally only teaches us when they’re in Sydney and you’re in Vancouver
and carefully import them into our lives, even with the people unfortunate enough to be right next to us.