The many forms of love
“So what’s the secret to a love that lasts forever?”
She sat cross-legged in front of their old armchair where grandma was sitting. Grandpa just arrived with their morning cup of tea and a rose on the tray. They were by far the most loving couple she knew. Their relationship counted decades and was filled with ups and downs. But they were always there for each other. Supporting one another all the way in their common life journey.
“There’s no one answer to that,” grandmother smiled.
“It’s all the tender things that show each other we care. The fact that we never stop laughing. Or having something to talk about. We trust in that we’ll always have each other.”
“The not giving each other a reason to nag,” grandpa added poking his wife.
“It’s the smallest of rituals like having dinner together, or going for a walk. Cooking or cleaning in turn. But it’s also about remaining attractive to each other.”
“Keeping the spark alive,” he winked.
“Love has many forms,” grandma stated. “You’ll know it in your heart. Because no matter how far you reach that cliff, your partner will never let you fall. We don’t give up in times of trouble; we become closer and fight it off as one”.
Grandpa kissed her on the cheek as he handed her the rose and grandma blushed like a teenager still in love.