Love Pylon.

Strange title, even stranger story.
My Missus is fretting a bit about me leaving for University. Honestly she has nothing to worry about, even though I reassure her on a daily basis that we will make it through. I don't tend to buy into the whole "long distance relationships don't work" crap, as I see it lots of people see Uni as a way to escape long-term relationships from sixth form/college. However, since I have no wish to "escape" my relationship, I intend to go through Heaven and Hell to ensure it works out, love is a rarity.

Now today I was trying to explain this to her using a diagram..

I was trying to draw a tree, and to show that while the branches of the tree may separate some times, the tree is always one. However, since my C-grade art skills were barely that, the tree ended up looking like an electricity pylon, wires an' all. Great, a love pylon!
Needless to say we both slipped into fits of giggles, coupled with the various childish noises that we make..
In an attempt to improve upon my pylon, she rubbed it out, and replaced it with what looked like to me a house. I said this, and to illustrate my point added doors and windows, very nice it was too. Our house is still up on my white-board in my room. I prefer my pylon.