She will always be 18 to me.
I know it sounds trite or bogus.
But it is my truth.
I met her when she was 18.
I see that girl inside the woman.
The eyes are the same.
The voice is the same.
The style, personality, core beliefs, compassion and decency is the same.
What is age anyway.
A number.
A wrinkle.
They are nothing more than the merit badges of a life lived well.
Can you live in an enchanted cottage.
A home where time is irrelevant.
All that matters is being present with someone you choose to be present with.
Why all the rushing. Why all the hurry.
Slow down.
Taste the moment.
Touch the present.
Live the now.
She is ageless….to me.
The ageless experiment.