Old Love

One thing im happy about looking back now, is that a few months before he died, I made a conscious decision that from then on, every time i had a "wave" (that is - a wave of love, as we used to call it) I would tell him. Not to just feel it, but to say it out loud. So I did. I always told hm when I was feeling it, and he always caught the wave and told me likewise. To anyone listening, we must have sounded like two new lovers in that annoying new couple love phase. But we weren't new love. We were old love. And it was really so much better.