Be it naivety of my youth, or my general lack of experience with long term relationships, but I genuinely wish to spend the rest of my life with a single soul that too wishes to spend her lifetime with me. Every day we become less of what we once were, and only hold onto it or remain stuck in the past when we cannot accept that time is proceeding with little regard to our nostalgia. Every experience changes us, every new wrinkle she would acquire would be an artifact and a monument of her beauty. Semblance of change. Unavoidable marking of continuity, of life. And I find that alone to be beautiful. Sincerely. Because so many things remain as awful as they were to begin with, few things are even susceptible to your will. So why wouldn't one infinitely, ceaselessly developing lover be less than adequate as a compliment of my very own soul?
Good grief, I should hope I am not alone in this desire. I am so terrified by what this generation appears to believe is cathartic when it comes to romance. And all this technology only seems to make us more impulsive and irresolutely applicable to our surroundings.
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