a reply to: spacedoubt
Quite a late response but this is relevant to me. My wife is 10 years older than I, and in the "form infatuated" world we seem to live in, I'm sure
that despite us both being quite fit, a keen eye can see the differences between us. We have been together for almost 7 years and there are sometimes
differences in perspectives regarding life, philosophy, sophistication etc.. Our interactions have some dynamics that differ from the norm from time
to time, at least in relation to same or similar age ranged relationships.
I sometimes look at her in much the same way you saw your husband, and I can't imagine being stuck in this existence with anyone else. At my last job
there was a bit of a gauntlet of young girls and I say this with modest intent; some of them had been expressive of certain interests. Like any one
that enjoys the spicier side of life, I felt many different things throughout it. Sometimes temptation, other times a little sense of being trapped
that there could still be more for me to experience in this mortal life, but in the end... She is my absolute best friend. It was a short-lived, but
relevant crisis for me. I got through it without doing anything stupid though, and I learned a lot about myself, my wife, and my life in general.
Every part of her is beyond precious to me. Her complexities, her perfect imperfections that are perfectly imperfect (
) Her beauty, every hair on
her head; every wrinkle, every habit good and bad. Her walk, her sometimes child like naivety about blindly trusting strangers and seeing only the
good in people. Everything that she is just makes me love her exactly as she is, and as she continues to change. She is so beautiful, so very human.
She is also tremendously loving, and very well suited to "counter" me, for lack of a better term.
The irony is that in theory, we are so different. We see things differently, I am very quiet and she is uhh. not. We have had our share of epic
arguments, but underneath it all there is just something there that makes us inseparable. It's not that maniacal codependent compulsion, or fear of
being alone. It's just something else I find myself unable to explain. I have basically been next to her for 7 years, living my life and observing her
living hers, and I have seen her bumps and crashes as she has seen mine.
We are true friends, experiencing the great unknown together.
edit on 7-12-2014 by BS_Slayer because: me failing