I never get the mail. I don't. I don't think I about, I don't really "forget" I'm not getting it until the BF reminds me or I'm wondering my new issue of Lucky is. Just not a priority for me until the BF goes away for a few days.
He's out in Lala land until Friday enjoying the sunshine, eating at great restaurants and looking at the beach from a Santa Monica hotel room. Yep, I'm jealous to say the least.
However, every time the BF leaves for a few days, the first thing he walks in the door says is "hi" and then "did you get mail?"
Now. If that isn't love, I don't know what the hell is.