Now, this no one writes poetry about. Nor prose. No one sings about it. Not Madonna or Beyonce. Jim Reeves, Springsteen or even soppy Michael Bolton. And no one dances about it either. It’s the supposed, ‘And they lived happily ever after’ happy ending. Never mind that they slit each other’s throats. Or worse still, don’t. Perhaps even bloom? ‘Staying in love’ is not given the stage ‘falling in love’ is.