So five years down the road you ask where did all that go? Because now - to him, walking on the beach seems like a daunting time-wasting task. Dinners out are deemed unnecessary expenses. And every day seems to echo the day before –a monotonous routine of rolling over toward opposite sides of the bed. What you have here, my dear, is a stale mate. Like bread festering in the corner of the breadbox waiting to be fed to the ducks at the nearby park – stale.
Things can get stale when they sit for too long without attention. But just as the ducks find nourishment in the crumbs, so will someone else looking for the crumbs of your mate. They just want SOMETHING, just like the ducks they will take anything. So do you toss them out into the murky pond water or do you make croutons for yourself, sprinkle them on a fresh salad and chomp down? If both you and your mate are not willing to put the adventure and excitement back in the relationship, you can bet the sparks won’t just reappear like a lightning strike.




