Love is changeless. Look around you; most everything has changed with the passage of time. Not love.
Love may have grown, deepened it may have matured over the years. But it hasn't aged, not one day, and it has not changed, not one bit. No, not love.
Love may have taken some hits along the way. It may have been battered some as time marched along with us in tow.
But guess what our love is as young as it was that day several years ago when we too were young.
Love. It's one of the few things that didnt grow old along with us; and in our case it didn't die.
Young love. Here's to the next forty-nine.
Young love. Here's to the next forty-nine.
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