This weekend has been a weekend filled with thoughts of simple lifelong love. Thoughts of mundane living, of folding laundry, and playing games, of going to coffee shops, and simply existing with your partner. Stories from my friend only serve to extend the lesson, the lesson that true love is not about kissing. It's not about sex. It's not about roses or candlelight. It's about being 85 years old and not thinking twice that you are holding your lover's hand as you sit on the porch. It is about finding the day so much more pleasant just because they were nearby. It is about rolling over in the middle of the night, kissing their cheek and saying "I love you" as you fall asleep after fourty years together. It is about all the things wuukiee spoke about in "True Love" and so much more.