One of the blessings of growing old (that is if you live your life the right way) is that you develop this sophisticated taste for love. As if it is an aged wine, a bouquet of scents and smells, this lingering taste down the throat that is left as each year passes.
You learn to know the corners of your heart.
Once upon a time, I had no idea what it held. I had no idea that it could love so much and in so many different ways. I had no idea how loyal it can be. It’s silly how little I knew myself.
So while the wrinkles of my face, and the gray hair on my head don’t get any less…it’s nice to know…it’s not to waste