on love

Is there anything more beautiful in life than a boy and a girl, hand-in-hand and soul-to-soul, walking with their pure hearts on the path of marriage? Is there anything more beautiful than young love?

It's the sight of an old couple. Still together, still hand-in-hand. As with time, their skin wrinkles and the body tires, but their hearts shine radiant still...radiant and overflowing with the love they bear still and will forever, for each other... beyond anything and everything around, and existing. Yes, there is. It's old love.

Is it a moment? Is it a journey? Is it time-bound? It's nothing but a lifetime of countless moments. Moments of simply you and I. Of us. Where no amount of time is too little, or too much. Moments undefined by time.

It's good. It's bad. It's adventurous and risky at times. But if it has me, and if it has you, it's perfect every time.