I have always thought that loving someone is an interesting thing. I love your youthfulness at 20, your ambition at 30, your beard at 40, your gray hair at 50, your chicness and magnanimity at 60, and your cumbersome steps at 70. I hope I will still be there at 80 and can still love you. In short, I want to love you all the time. That's it. No matter when we are 20 or 80, we are still us.