We met when we were still two kids. I was just eleven and he was only 13 years old. It seemed to be a summer love of two innocent young lovers. Nobody would have bet on us.
I am now writing after 25 years of love, a marriage and two children. At first, it was just the two of us and now we are a beautiful family with two gorgeous children. We used to have butterflies in our stomach. Now those butterflies turned into something even more wonderful. They turned into respect for each other, into the impossibility of living our life without the other half.
Love is not static, love is always transforming, but it envolves in something even more beautiful every day. After all these years we are still staring at each other like we are about to kiss. There’s something magic in the air when we are together. We are witnesses that love really exists and can last forever.