The way I love you is easy. It isn’t the kind of wild, quick to light and quick to end passion they talk about in movies. There are no dragons to slay or wars to fight in our movie. It is comfort. It is understanding, it is softness of the very best kind. I love the way the river loves the ocean. It’s the kind of feel good movie that starts on a slightly sad note and ends on an inspiring one. Always finding a way to ebb and flow back to it. And the way the sun rises only after kissing the horizon. There is something so quiet and soft about it.
We never shout at each other. We never scream. There isn’t any hostility or anger or resentment. When we do speak, it is soft, the way a bird sings the morning awake. Or how you listen to the waves softly sweep to the land at night. There is a sensitivity there, a maturity beyond our years. An old sort of love, the kind of love that makes people envious when they hear of it’s serenity. I suppose explain to them that this is what happens when two old souls find each other is pointless. Why explain something that is too big to define and too beautiful to waste explaining away?
Instead, I will stay here with you. In this moments of quiet, in these moments where we do not ask questions, where we do not doubt our belonging, nor do we hurt in any way. Let us enjoy the spring we have created out of the winters we have faced in our lives. Let us take everything about ourselves and accept each other for who we are. And let us not cry and try to change each other. Instead, let us just grow together for as long as we can grow together. And kiss each other goodbye gently and remember each other well, if the time comes for us to part. 
