Love, being in love, isn’t a constant thing. It doesn’t always flow at the same strength. It’s not always like a river in flood. It’s more like the sea. It has tides, it ebbs and flows. The thing is, when love is real, whether it’s ebbing or flowing, it’s always there, it never goes away. And that’s the only proof you can have that it is real, and not just a crush or an infatuation or a passing fancy.
— Aidan Chambers, This is All: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn (via helplesslyamazed)
We’ll dance in the kitchen when we’re making dinner, spinning around and around until we’re disoriented. We’ll embarrass our kids with our flirting. We’ll be honest with each other, always, and never go to bed angry. We’ll be one soul filling a house, rather than two shells living together. We’ll love each other, and others, as we are loved.
And we’ll do it all better at 65 than we ever did it at 30.