So here we are. Back from vacation where we didn't fight nor make love. Small matter. I enjoyed myself and laughed a lot. Sometimes I did wonder for teeny moments whether we would have run out of things to say without the kids around. But all the same, it was nice.
Today is Valentine's Day and I am here, on the net, with you reading on the couch. Somehow it all feels right and warm and safe and sound and loving. The dogs running about the house. It's all quiet and peaceful. Like old age. Being with you is like knowing what old age is. I like it somehow, at least a part of me does.
I know you never wonder how growing old will be like because I think a big part of you is already there. And I like it. Strange. This constant pulling, pulling I feel to break away, and yet, I know there's nothing else out there I'd rather have or hold in my hand. Because here is where the heart is.
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