I never understood couples who gave each other special nicknames, like “babe,” “sweetie,” and “my love.” “Why don’t they just call each other by their actual names?” I would think to myself. “They sound like my parents.”
I never understood couples who would hold hands from across the dining table, or who would sit on the same side of a booth while at a restaurant. “Jesus, can’t they keep their hands off each other long enough to eat their dinner?” I would wonder. “The sight of them makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit.”
I never understood couples who would show way too much PDA by making out when other people were around, or exchanging “eskimo kisses.” “Get a damn room,” I would mutter under my breath. “Gross.”
I never understood couples who could barely go a couple of days without seeing each other. “It’s JUST a couple of days,” I would say. “You’ll live.”
I never understood why couples would do those things or feel that way. But now I understand: Those couples were happy in love with someone who loved them back. And now, I am too.