To me it's a long time ago that I was really madly in love. But the memory is there. Two months ago my wife and I had been engaged for forty years. On the day we hugged in the kitchen and had breakfast. But... I am writing a short story about a thirteen year old boy that falls in love. And that boy is me (when i was that age) in many ways. When I write what he says to the girl and what he thinks then I feel I am a little in love.
With every part of me I want to keep this forever. My lover is my heart. I want my lover to be there at the end of everything, at the end of my forever, I hope are fingers are weaved together and I know that I have loved every second of my life for having them in it.
Most definitely. And sadly, I would say that this is the first time in my life that I truly have been. But, I don't believe I could've been any luckier than I am now. There aren't the words to describe it, but I like that. I think for me, that is how to tell if you are.
I am in love. More than just with my wife, but with my friends and my pain and my surroundings. When I came across this poem for the first time, I found the expression that I had been seeking to explain this: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/great-lover
