I just caught something when I was proofreading the last post.
“When asked what I think love is my answer lies along the lines of finding someone to grow old with.”
I thought about that for a moment. For love I am willing to grow old.
(maple syrup pause)
I always thought I’d die before I got to this age – 26. And along the way I’ve never been pro-life. Not in regards to abortion but to living. I want to die a fair amount of the time and I don’t ever want to be old. But in that moment there was a spark. I’d be willing to grow old if I didn’t feel alone.
© Michelle Routhieaux 2012