Relationships At The Beginning Vs Relationships After Three Years

At the beginning: You try desperately to pretend you never fart, poo, or have any bodily functions at all.

After three years: You fart and burp in front of each other all the time, and text your S.O. when you do a particularly impressive shit.

At the beginning: Your dates are all about flirting over cocktails and going for meals neither of you can really afford.

After three years: Your date locations are decided by wherever has a good deal on – and that’s only if you can be bothered to leave the house.

At the beginning: You get a thrill out of sharing and discovering new things about each other, and getting to really understand a new person.

After three years: You know everything there possibly is to know about each other, and your new discoveries are made together.

At the beginning: You make each other watch your favourite TV shows, and want nothing more than for them to love them as much as you do.

After three years: Any new show ~has~ to be watched together, even if it means waiting a few days and risking spoilers.

At the beginning: Your sex is spontaneous, exciting, and also pretty much the only thing you do.

At the beginning: You’ll be experimental AF, and fuck in all kinds of weird, probably slightly unhygienic places.

After three years: You know that people have sex in bed for a reason.

At the beginning: You feel like you should cuddle to sleep, resulting in dead arms, accidentally pulled hair, and a lot of overheating.

After three years: You show your love by sleeping as far away from each other as possible. Because space > sweat.

At the beginning: You always try to look your best for your new partner, in case they find you find out you’re actually a massive slob.

After three years: You get to be massive slobs together, and it’s fucking great.

At the beginning: Your texts are flirty, chatty, and full of emojis and kisses.

After three years: They look more like this.

At the beginning: You spend lots of time and money making really personal presents or buying expensive gifts.

After three years: You just tell them what you want – or combine presents and go on holiday together instead.

In the beginning: You share dessert, because ~romance~.

After three years: You’re each getting your goddamn own.

At the beginning: You argue about stupid shit that doesn’t really matter.

After three years: You argue about even stupider shit that definitely doesn’t matter.

After three years: You argue about even stupider shit that definitely doesn’t matter.

At the beginning: You flirt constantly and outrageously.

After three years: The flirting turns to genuine support and encouragement, and sometimes just an “I love you” is enough.

At the beginning: You’re really nervous when you introduce them to your best friend, and pray they get along.

After three years: They are your best friend, and you tell each other everything.