Love has many forms, but it should never be confused with lust.
I have seen "love" in its most poignant form. That of a couple in their 50th year of marriage where one gets ill and goes into hospital, and the one at home sleeps with a scarf on their pillow that has the scent of the other.
The bickering, the trials and tribulations and the sheer hard work that goes into a 50 year relationship just add to the mix, and the petty little bad things in life actually fade away.
That is love.
I have seen "love" in its most poignant form. That of a couple in their 50th year of marriage where one gets ill and goes into hospital, and the one at home sleeps with a scarf on their pillow that has the scent of the other.
The bickering, the trials and tribulations and the sheer hard work that goes into a 50 year relationship just add to the mix, and the petty little bad things in life actually fade away.
That is love.