The deep water love.
The love of ages.
The love of generations.
A shared love, but not shared equally.
It is a mean love.
It is an unconditional love.
Both sides together, yet opposed.
The confusion of what to do next, what to say next.
Because age has set in, and the stamina of youth has gone.
Where you walk within the walls is not comfortable, and you can no longer rely on supple youth to ease you through the barbed wire relationship that was once so sexy.
You find yourself floundering where you were once so sure, so strong..
Swimming against the tide.
You are drowning.
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