When we are young,its the illusion of perfection that we fall in love with,As we age its the humaness that we fall in love with,the poignant stories of overcoming the depthful vulnerability of aging,,the struggles that grew us in Karmic stature,,the way a soul shaped itself to accomodate its circumstances with less energy to to help up our armer we are revealed and in the revealing we call out each others hearts. Where before wounds turned us off,,they are now revealed as proof that God exists, where we were once saw imperfect scars we now see evidence of a life fully lived