A Japanese couple holding hands on the beach (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Our love didn’t fall from the sky and land in our lap.
It’s the kind of love that lasts a lifetime.
It’s not conventionally pretty or beautiful.
It’s scarred up- lumpy, bumpy and bruised.
It’s got laugh lines, wrinkles and grey hairs.
We had to fight for it, with it, and sometimes against it.
It hasn’t always been easy to live with, or seemed worth the pain to keep it.
But it’s ours,
and I think it’s perfect.
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