Love isn’t an act, it’s a whole life. It’s staying
with her now because she needs you; it’s
knowing you and she will still care about
each other when sex and daydreams, fights
and futures—when all that’s on the shelf
and done with. Love—why, I’ll tell you what
love is: it’s you at seventy-five and her at
seventy-one, each of you listening for the
other’s step in the next room, each afraid that
a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a
lifetime’s talk is over.
[~ Author : Brian Moore ]