Longing For Reason.

I don’t know if it’s appropriate to say I was completely madly in love with him. But, I did love him, and he did mean a lot to me. I just know the relationship we had, wasn’t true love.
I look at my grandparents, who have been married for 65 years. My grandfather isn’t always there anymore when it comes to knowing where he is, or who others are. But he knows my grandmother. He will talk about how she’s his gal and how beautiful she is just at complete random. That’s love to me. When, even if your memory is going, you still remember the one you love.