All I could think about was the last ten years stretching out behind us, and how hard it was to look forward, because our views of the road ahead are always going to be paved with memories of what has already been said and done.
I thought of the laughter and the good times first, before I thought about all of the times we went through hard things together but came out on top, still, together. All of the places we’ve been, the trips we’ve taken, the songs we’ve danced to and the number of nights we sat together in silence, because you get to the point where talking isn’t always the most comfortable thing to do.
What I’m trying to say is, love doesn’t have to be a radical thing. It can be as simple as we are, as simple as just knowing that if you need me I’ll be there with a smile and these arms to hold you, and for me that has always been enough.
This is in response to Trifecta’s writing challenge, to write a piece between 33 and 333 words using the third definition of the given word. The word prompt today was radical.