Love will be when I don’t feel ‘it’ anymore, when the ‘magic’ has up and left. When I’ve heard the same joke a millionth time and fallen victim to the cycle of routine: that table in that restaurant on that day, again and again and again. But I won’t rush out like I would have in a younger lifetime because I will find comfort in all that wonderful sameness. In eyes that no longer look for hype, in the stability of someone who knows me, in the knowledge that nothing stays the same forever and in the acceptance that, eventually, we’ll find a new groove, a new spark. A new story for an old and weathered love.