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Slathering Deep River on to the accent wall in our future spare bedroom, I glanced over at him, four rungs up on the metal ladder, small trim brush in his hand, carefully concentrating on not touching the popcorn ceiling with the bold blue paint.
"Hey, you know what's kinda crazy?" I asked.
"What?" he said.
"...that, in five years, we could be married with kids."
"That's not so crazy," he said.
"Isn't it? ...says the guy who's never been in a relationship longer than a year."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well, how can you visualize a relationship five years from now if you haven't stayed with anyone for longer than a year?"
"That doesn't have any impact on my ability to see my life in five years from now. I can see that being my life in five years from now. It's not that much of a stretch."
"Hey, you know what's kinda crazy?" I asked.
"What?" he said.
"...that, in five years, we could be married with kids."
"That's not so crazy," he said.
"Isn't it? ...says the guy who's never been in a relationship longer than a year."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well, how can you visualize a relationship five years from now if you haven't stayed with anyone for longer than a year?"
"That doesn't have any impact on my ability to see my life in five years from now. I can see that being my life in five years from now. It's not that much of a stretch."