My last wife was 47 years older than me.”
“47 years???”
“Yep. We met when she was 80 and I was 33. She came to the nursing home where I worked, and everyday she would spend six hours with her dying husband. I said to myself: ‘If she ever loves me like that, I’ll be OK.’ We married a couple years later, and stayed together until she died at the age of 96. If I had any money, I’d make a movie about it.”
(Source: naniithran)
writing for 3/17/13
nostalgic
He knew
What I had wanted
To say.
He knew
It was
What he felt.
He knew
We’re both stubborn
As hell.
He knew
What mattered
Was that he told me
With the same
Passion and
Intensity.
my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees
(Source: montandom)
“I never married.”
“Why not?”
“Because you didn’t come along until today.”
(Source: narcoleptic-dreamer)
