There is definitely something so very tender about sharing love with another person who knows your history.  We take the good, the bad, and even the ugly when we have that person by our side.  They may even be the cause of some of the bad and the ugly but more than likely they are a lot of the good.  Nevertheless, I am reminded that although the time we share maybe short, it is the constant memories and inward laughter that propels me towards that love.  History is a story about a journey in life.  During that journey the hills we face may seem like mountains but it is that love, never ending and enduring , that our hearts yearn for when facing the next incline.  Our time is truly limited here on Earth, yet with each memory our time then becomes limitless, without an end, forever.  If you are currently holding a pen in your hand to help me write this chapter of my story, thank you.  Or you may be the words left there from another time, a script that is forever stamped on my heart.  This may not be a book worth reading to some but for me it is a best seller.