TRUE LOVE – A Tribute to my Valentine

I love love. Not in some sissy way or anything like that. I love love because it’s real and sustaining.

I first met my husband when he and I were both 18.
I know. We were terribly young. “Love, like youth, is wasted on the young.”

It was love at first sight. Really.

Neither one of us admitted it during the following years of our courtship, but I would have married him that first day if he would’ve asked.

He was that good. And that real. And that solid. And that true. That’s how love should be.

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