Love
Love is a funny thing, as there are different stages of love through out one's lifetime.
There is young crush love, where between 11 and 15 you know your in love because he makes you nervous, giddy and unable to eat your lunch.
There is young teen love, where between 16 and 18 you couldn't live without him, he becomes your whole world, zits and all, he was made just for you.
There is young adult love, is he honest and hardworking, can I trust him, is he stable and secure because your sick and tired of the jobless, lying, cheaten bastards you've been dating ever since teen love?
There is young family love, where he looks so handsome playing lego with his two year old, and you adore him when he's helping with the dishes and laundry. Although on those days he sits idle while your running the household, you could easily cash him in for a new model.
There is mature love, where you have invested so much time and energy in training and tolerating his bad habits, that you would rather go to bed and dream about a better man than running out and finding one.
There is mid-life love, where you go and he goes and may we all meet again in the seniors home.
There is retirement love, where you plant flowers, enjoy the song of the birds, and love the silence, and solitude found with the kids gone and your husband sleeping most of the day.
There is senior's love, where you look at your mate and discover life has passed quickly and you never truly loved because you where too busy just living.

Life is too short to pass up a hug and kiss and a few sweet words?
And what love are you?