yesterday while I was at the mall, I noticed that I saw 4 teenage couples holding hand and only 1 adult couple holding hands. It made me think how love changes over time. Before my grandmother died, I remember that my grandfather ALWAYS opened doors for her and pushed in her chair and I remember seeing them hold hands. I hope when I grow up and get married that my future husband and myself can keep the love and affection strong until the end like my grandparents did.

6 months ago
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