Our hair shall be grey...

They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch. That's great love; one that scorches and flies, and you run with it. For I have learned that you can go anywhere you want to go and do anything you want to do and buy all the things that you want to buy and meet all the people that you want to meet and learn all the things that you desire to learn and if you do all these things but are not madly in love: you have still not begun to live. Because sometimes the things that are felt the most are expressed between two souls over distance and time - where no words abide. And while others may speak freely, live with one another, and express themselves, I feel as if we are different. We have no words for proof of reassurance, no tokens of professed love, but still, we have something. Something worth keeping.