Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love. Two very different things, I think. Being in love is the romantic part—sex all the time, midday naps in the sheets, the jokes, the laughs, the fun, long conversations with no pauses, overwhelming separation anxiety … Just the best sides of both people, you know? But love begins when the excitement of being in love starts to fade: the stress of life sets in, the butterflies disappear, the sex becomes a chore, the tears, the sadness, the arguments, the cattiness … The worst parts of both people. But if you still want that person by your side through all of those things … that’s when you know—that’s when you know you’re good at love.
My 55 year old mother is sitting in the dining room hunched over a binder of notes. Her eyebrows are furrowed in deep concentration, and as I walk in she turns to look at me with a huge smile on her face. She tells me that she has a big test tomorrow, and asks not to be disturbed.
It doesn’t matter how old you are. You can never be too old.