The real, solid love is when you pass that ten year mark, have two kids, her breasts are sagging and his belly goes past his belt. When she looks in the mirror and notices her stretch marks, beginnings of varicose veins and cottage cheese thighs, but yet he can barely keep his hands off of her because, in his eyes, she still looks like she did the day he met her all those years ago. The only reason he's not fucking her seven days a week is because he can't, not because he doesn't want to.
When you love someone and the chemistry is there, you know it. It's indescribable, unexplainable and unpredictable. It is sincere, eternal and fortified.
When I was fifteen years old, I fell in love with a girl. She wasn't the prettiest or sexiest, but she was smart. As we became intimate, we grew even closer, mentally and emotionally. Now, at the age that I am, I don't understand it myself, but she just does it for me. To me, she's the same person I met thirty five years ago and I still can't keep my hands off of her. Now that's everlasting love.
Read more: Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir (Volume 1) and Ghetto Bastard 2 (Volume 2) by Russell Vann.