Distant.

It's funny how two people can be together for 28 years, and psychologically live on the opposite sides of the world. More like, opposite sides of the house. She's always on the couch workin' her way to arthritis with the remote, and he's in the bedroom killing brain cells watching movies and chatting on the phone. She's an introvert, and he's an extrovert. Here I am, in my room, wondering if love lasts. Don't you think you would get bored after 28 years? And then you get gray hairs and constantly nag about him leaving the sprinkler on for an hour. Does love have to come to this? Or is it up to them to find that spark again? I know one thing, and that is that their spark is a dying, bland, trapped flare stuck in a straitjacket.