Removing Plaque

You brush your teeth, working the brush up and down right into the back on your mouth. You follow this up by flossing. Not because your dentist told you to floss or risk losing all your teeth day after tomorrow but because you have reached that age where the built up on the surfaces of your teeth bothers you. If you have tightly packed teeth like mine, it takes a while to wiggle the floss into the spaces and a few jerks to prize it out, once it is in. It is an annoying exercise, made worth the effort because you enjoy the clean feel of your teeth afterwards. It always bothers me that that nice, clean, fresh feeling doesn't last long enough, a few hours and I feel the need to do it all over again. Love is like that. Love like your  teeth, needs consistent attention. You can't just do it once and imagine that you are now all done. The plaque will build up again and you will have to reapply yourself to removing it: making it afresh.

Love is not constant. You fall in and out of love, at times with different people but also if you give yourself the chance, with the same person over and over again.

"Love doesn't just sit there, it has to be made, like bread: remade all the time, made new."

Ursula K. Le Guin , The Lathe Of Heaven