Imagine a really long road trip with your favorite person—and also your most annoying backseat driver. That’s 30 years. You’ve survived moving houses, raising kids (maybe), losing hair, gaining wisdom, and learning exactly which button you should never push (figuratively and literally).
By now, you finish each other’s sentences. Or you just grunt, and the other person knows you want the remote. It’s a language of pure efficiency. And that’s beautiful, in a weird, slightly grumpy way.
