Cue the bride. Cue the bride again. Ok. Now in the dining room. Bedroom. Frame like perfection. Every wall. Every reminder that the two of you got married. That day. Become the role. Profile that image across every social media platform you have time for. Cue the husband. Cue the wife. Occasionally bitch about dirty socks. Gloat as well. Cartoon like images with some words you didn’t create. Cue the babies. Cue them a week later and every second there after. Cue them at breakfast. Cue them at dinner. Cue them during sex. Cue them for an excuse. Cue the plastic. Cue the decor. Let’s go shopping. How about again and again!?! Cue the work. Cue the stress building. Cue the matte reflections under the glossy mirage. Cue the excuse of daily grind. Love stays together through it. It grows. You don’t leave a marriage over boredom. Over monotony. Those pictures were expensive and we looked beautiful! He gets another spatula for the grill. Extra long this time. It was extra long last time too. She gets another heart shaped necklace. Maybe it has diamonds in it. It’s a symbol that she has his heart. Mass produced for many hearts. Maybe tonight they’ll talk about something different. Cue the silence. Cue the closeness in a crowd. She’s so annoying. He’s so grouchy. Cue the distractions. Oh look a hammer! Oh look at the craft idea I found online! Let’s pretend. Cue the addiction to material accumulation. It’s how the heart grows love.