Grow (old) with me

I'm convinced that should we have lived any other time or our lives taken a different course along the way that I still would have ended up with you.
No matter where I am, I feel that tingle, that pull that says I'm headed home to you.
It's not as if we are perfect, but in fact, messy in the best way. Imperfect in a way that says we have work to do, that we need to get things right still, and all that takes time.

I remember when being "in love" meant talking on the phone all night and holding hands down the hallways. Now I know that being in love with you is more of a soft whisper. It's catching you in a moment of sweetness, or feeling your hand reach for mine just before we drift off to sleep. Being in love with you is like a wind rushing through the leaves. It's quiet, and some might not notice, but it's calming, and beautiful if you're waiting for it.

Your love is all I ever want from you. Love that's sure of itself, love that's true and simple. And in return, the best I have to give, is to love you while you grow (old) with me.