It's not all roses

Every now and then, ever so randomly, Ian and I have these heavy conversations. The process is usually as follows:
a) There is an issue
b) Whoever is feeling strongest about the issue talks, the other listens
c) The other talks, the first speaker listens
d) Some sort of understanding about the feelings of both speakers is reached
e) Similar or associated issues are brought up
f) Repeat steps b - d.
g) A little bit of joking.
h) NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS.

On different occasions, the catalysts for these conversations vary. Sometimes it's something minor, in which case the above process is somewhat amended to the situation and the whole thing is generally speeded up a bit.
But when the process is potentially relationship-rethink-worthy, it can be a bit scary. In these cases, I usually end up crying a little (hey, I'm a girl, you've seen the photos) and this is down to the fact that I am reminded that this is a relationship not to be taken for granted.

As Ian says, relationships often need to be assessed - are you getting enough out of it to warrant it going on? And if you're not, are you going to do something about it?

Warren, Candice, have I scared you enough yet? :)

I never ever want to let this, the most important relationship of my quarter life, fizzle out due to a lack of 'getting enough out'.
It does frighten me that with enough 9 to 5 days, Ian and I could eventually get to the point where we live around each other.

And with this new potential job prospect for him, there's another aspect to us that has to be considered... we could become a full-time weekend couple.
One week until I have some clarity on that. In the meantime, we're as we always have been; water that is poured into each other's own specific cup, taking the shape of the other, while trying to stay as true to our own original form as we can.