Hold my hand and grow old with me.
I always thought that love was for everyone - that no matter who you were or where you were in life, love would find you. The older I get however, the less I see it as a given but rather, a gift.
As humans we crave acceptance, touch and kindness yet we place an unfortunately high degree of importance on good looks and physical attributes.
If we opened our hearts and minds to those that we meet, what could we uncover?
