You never love the person you are with because we are all constantly changing. What you love is the person that you knew and who you hope them to become but not who they are right now. Every time you see your love you are meeting a stranger. Some moments this is more obvious than others. 

 

When I was a kid

When I was a kid there was a man of about 45 that would walk around the town at night by himself. He seemed gentle and when I’d pass he would smile and say hello. I saw him during the day also. He had a job and a home and I don’t think he was married. I found it odd but as it got a little older I thought that maybe he was just happy. Content to walk along in the moonlight staring up at the stars.
Now as I look back though It might have been different. I imagine he was happy to walk and look at the stars but that’s not why he did it. He was looking for something, hopeing for something. For what he didn’t know. He didn’t care either but one day, if he kept looking, kept walking underneath the moon he hoped he’d find it.