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Vintage Love
Love seems so simple back then. Your eyes meet, he sweeps you off your feet, fascination turns to love, love leads to marriage and children and you grow old together. You’re happy. Aren’t you? I often wonder if these women really were happy; forced to choose one man to spend the rest of their lives with no matter their faults and infidelities. Forced to smile; a facade to hide the tears she cried last night, an attempt to put aside her sorrows, mask her weaknesses and protect her husband’s image.
Or is that romantic? That she would accept him, support him, remain loyal to him in the name of marriage even if her happiness suffered as result. Romantic, admirable, brave. True devotion to a vow of love ‘until death do us part’ and worthy of my utmost respect.
