Proust said that "mystery is not about traveling to new places but about looking with new eyes"
I've been thinking a lot about this quote of late and how we go about nurturing that mystery, particularly when you're in a long term relationship and seemingly know all there is to know about one another that you no longer strive to look with new eyes.
We get lazy, we take things for granted and there is a great, great danger in that. This danger was edging eerily to close to us and I have been reminded that complacency is not a desirable.
8 years ago when our relationship was fresh and the anticipation of what was to come was palpable, we would go to bed every night entangled and naked. I would trace moles and scars, curves and bumps and revel in the joy that comes with knowing this person chose you above all else.
But as the curse of time would have it, I'd forgotten to look at those moles and scars and curves and bumps so last week I reintroduced the entangled and naked ritual. And even though my big nipples could still be classed as weapons because the nights are still fucking cold, there is something truly beautiful, exciting, mysterious and new about sleeping completely naked next to the one you love.
*photo by Nobuyoshi Araki