I am smitten with my husband.
Sometimes he gets on my nerves, and I am certain the feelings are mutual. But for the most part, I believe I have found love that will last forever.
I say this because I have been in love before, twice. At the time (each time) I felt in my heart that this love was it. At 18 years old, I was convinced. Then at 30 years old I was convinced.
At 39 now, my spirit knows the distinction. That’s the difference. When Ian and I fight we always tell each other that we’ll make it through. I never felt that confident before. I never have to wonder if he loves me for me. He’s already seen me at my worst and he has never left.Loving someone is easy, staying with them through change and pain is a true sign of strength. True love isn’t always beautiful and sexy, is it? I would have to say no.
True love is forgiveness and patience. Two virtues difficult to practice throughout one’s lifetime.My mom had this for my father. She grew to love him in a way she never thought she would. They had their years of considering divorce, but she loved him until the day she died.
I do believe that love lasts forever.
Isn’t that why people get married? Because at one time they believe that this one is the one? This one is the one to make the difference?
Haven’t we ever thought that it’s not always the other person we point the finger at? How about looking at our commitments? It’s shameful to say you’d rather give up than try THAT hard but people do it all the time. Sad.
Love that lasts forever exists if you want it.
