Love at it’s finest, in my opinion. I absolutely adore when I pass a gaze by an elderly couple with their hands cupped, fingers entwined, walking side by side, laughing, not a care in the world because they have overcame life together and are now just waiting to face death just the same. I think the love they have grasped is the love I’ll always look to in admiration. Out of all the stages of love, the elderly one has the most significance to me. Why? Because even though every aspect around them changed, their appearance, the world around them, their love still remains the same. They have faced casualties and dualities and their love has fought through all the tribulations and in it has found strength and has conquered. They know each other’s faults and flaws, mistakes and wrong doings, and still are able to look past them and see their perfect imperfect significant other. They’ve put up with each other for more years then I’ve been alive and still are satiated with strong feelings for each other, perhaps still growing stronger with each passing day. Elderly love I adore and that’s the love I’m feenin’ for. And would you like to know why I don’t simply put it in terms of old love? Because even though they aged and grew old their love never did.
