I’m in my 60’s, and I’m in a wonderful marriage where, for the first time since my grandparents died, I feel truly loved. It’s been years, and the feeling gets more intense with each passing year. Which makes me wonder…

When I was 18 and despondent at having been dumped in my first relationship, if a soothsayer had told me that I would find true love, but that it wouldn’t happen until I was in my sixties, how would I have felt?

I suppose it would have been reassuring to know that I would find love eventually. On the other hand, I don’t think I would have believed that I would even live to be in my sixties, and what good would being loved be when you were so unbelieveably ancient?

—2p

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