'You're antisocial' she said.
And I smiled.
She knows me.
The older I get, the more selective I've become.
You won't find me indulging in much of the surface level bullshit -- even here.
The shelf life, remember?
But...
...you're more than likely to find me by her side on most occasions.
Not kicking or screaming.
Present and accounted for.
Most likely interacting with a pet (if one is present) over a person...
...while she lights up the room.
I love her and feel fortunate that she (still) loves me.
True story.
