Love is... We are clinging to the words which we understand differently. Each of us.
Eternity is... Did anyone live that long? Telling someone "I love you" and actually loving is not the same thing, so don't judge somebody else' love by the number of years people lived together in a marriage. Especially don't be misled by words.
My grandparents stayed together all their lives, my parents are married for 46 years. So? Is this love? Or making it work? Oops, making it last? For eternity. Neither marriages were the best matches, by the way.
Love becomes habit. I am comfortable and I have no need to change my partner.
The other day we discussed one lady at work whom I don't know. I was told that she loved her colleague so much she was considered insane. "How could she love him if she doesn't know him all that well?"
And I said, "How can you love someone if you know them all that well?"
My husband claimed for 16 years that he loved me. That he is a kind of person that loves only once and without me he won't be able to live. I believed him. We divorced because I could not his "love" any longer. His love was... too controlling and abusive. Go figure.
Guess who remarried first, though? Not me. Now he loves (?) another woman. She might believe him as well.
Loves? I was told by a professional that he might still love me. Me? Love?
At forty, finally, I am asking myself, what is love? Between a man and woman?
I know for sure that my parents love me and I love my son. The sad fact is that I don't love my parents as much as they love me and my son doesn't love me as much as I love him, but that is how parental love is, you are being loved more than you love.