Growing Old Together

Let’s grow old together—
not in grand, loud moments,
but in the quiet ones
where love is felt more than spoken.

In the tea we brew
before the sun has woken,
in the way we wait
for each other at the door,
in the laughter that returns
even after long days.

Let’s grow old in the softness
of shared memories,
where every wrinkle
is a chapter,
every silver strand
a story of how far we’ve come.

Let’s grow old holding hands—
through summers that danced
and winters that weighed heavy,
through every storm and sunrise
that shaped us gently.

And when time finally slows our steps,
I hope we still find joy
in simply sitting side by side—
two hearts that never hurried,
but learned to stay.

Because love isn’t about firsts—
it’s about forevers,
and I choose forever
with you.

— ✒️