Growing Old Together Poems Novels & Stories

You'll be the source of happiness. Fall, this is the moment when you are too old just like me, you can never do the things you usually do when you were on your summer days. You'll lose your tooth one by one, your skin will be cramped just like paper, your black hair will soon be as white as the sky. Your vision will be as blurry as the ocean when you throw a stone on it.

Just love. The thought of standing in our garden, the same one where we had first whispered about growing old together, now surrounded by the life we had made, felt surreal. ⸻ As the night wore on and the house grew quieter, we finally closed the laptop and set the notepad aside. Killian pulled me closer, both of us curled into the couch, the world slowing around us. “I want to grow old with you in this house,” he murmured, tracing circles on my arm. “But I also want to keep falling in love with you along the way.”