I want to grow old with you still.
Older. We’re not young anymore.
But we’re not old yet, time though,
time is moving faster.
I fear I will blink and miss it.
And I will never be ready for the end.
Because I never want to part from you.
Half our lives we’ve spent together now.
Amazing when you think about it.
So much shared history.
You know me more than anyone.
And you only let your guard down for me.
I can’t stop death from coming.
I know that. I hate it. But know it.
So at the very least.
I want to grow old with you.
To get as much time as I can,
with you by my side, happy.
To spend many many years and holidays,
with one another, and with family.
The connecting of two families,
not because of vows, but because of time.
I didn’t have a little sister before I met you.
Now I have her, and another mom and dad.
Time has connected me to them as well,
and I want them all to be happy.
For me though, for the time I have,
what will make me happy,
is to keep growing old,