22
Mar
As I've gotten older, I've learned to visualize love in a very specific way. It's an ocean. Black as onyx, turbulent and capricious, it's a Herculean task to navigate. But, if you're lucky, the sea glitters. My first lighthouse made me glow for five years. I met the second at a party and, despite all logic, experienced love at first sight. The third, and most recent, was the first to break my heart. These three towers have withstood the test of time, acting as the yardstick by which every other relationship is measured. Not in the sense that a new…