Lets Grow Old Together Novels & Stories

Bo mumbles the words against Oscar’s palm. Oscar did not expect him to list the time stamp, but did not oppose the knowledge that his boyfriend knew the movie by heart. Bo squints at him. “I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.” Oscar hesitated, for just a moment considering the fact that Bo meant the words in a true way, as well as for the purpose of just quoting the movie to out due his partner. “Aragorn?” It is silent.

"We have been through a lot." I nodded. My chin touched the pillow. "We have." "But we are still here." I moved closer. My chest touched his chest. "We are still here." He put his hand on my back. His fingers spread. "I want to grow old with you." I kissed his forehead. His nose. His lips. "You will." "In the new house. In the garden. With the tomatoes." I laughed. It was quiet. Just a breath. "With the tomatoes."

They were such a lovely couple and to think that they had their issues at the beginning. I can’t even imagine them not together, they are the perfect fit. They can tell what each other thinks without even speaking to each other. They even bring stuff to each other without the other one asking them. They still flirting with each other like they started dating just now. They are my role models.

"We are bound to each other from now on. We're going to be together for this life." "I guess we really took our promise when we were children seriously, huh?" I mumbled with a low chuckle. "We always talked about how we'll grow old together even despite having our respective mates with us." "Turns out, we have the same mate. So we're practically stuck to the hip like what we promised," Mirco chuckled too. "I can never wish for anything right now. I'm too happy to think of anything else," he said. I smiled, "Me too."

There was some silence in that moment, until she broke it down. " Baby, am not sad or anything, I just don't ever wish this to end, I don't want us to ever reach a time where we end, my wish is that we go on and on, learn one another, learn from one another, and let what we have grow, let's water, cultivate, and weed this love because " BECAUSE ITS REAL". They said it all together. It was sweet, like never before. They never minded staying in the car till late, sometimes he would refuse to get into her house, because he wanted to avoid temptation that infected all sons of Adam and Eve, but because of work, they had to call it a night.

The first time I find a man's watch in my fiancee Lydia Winslow's car, her father calls me himself to explain it away. "Jonah, you've got the wrong idea about Lydia. That watch is mine. I must have left it there by accident." The second time, when I discover two movie ticket stubs, her best friend tags me in a group chat. "Don't overthink it. I asked Lydia to buy those tickets for me." It happens a third time, then a fourth, and every time after that, someone steps forward to cover for her. By the ninth time, I pull a tie from between the car seats and hold it up in front of her face. "Whose tie is this?" Her hand on the steering wheel gives the faintest tremor before she dials a number

“Every vine, every stone—it’s part of our story.” Alexander stopped, turning to face her. “And it will keep growing. For Theo, for his children, for everyone who believes in what we’ve created here.” As they stood together, the vineyard stretched endlessly around them, a living testament to their love, their struggles, and their triumphs. Their story, rooted deeply in resilience and hope, would continue to flourish, touching lives far beyond what they could ever see. Theirs was a legacy not just of success, but of enduring love—a vine that would never stop growing.

With a fond smile, Natasha added, "I remember how nervous yet exhilarating it was to explore each other's homes. The merging of two families is a beautiful journey." The room resonated with laughter and anecdotes, creating a timeless connection between the elders as they reminisced about their younger days. The echoes of shared experiences mingled with the sounds of Gloria and Lawrence's laughter, forging a bond that spanned the years and generations. They were comfortable in their camaraderie and reflected on the cyclical nature of life, where traditions were passed down like heirlooms, connecting one generation to the next. The chatter seamlessly wove together the threads of experience, cr

They reveled in the joy of being fully seen and accepted, allowing their love to grow roots deep within their hearts. With each passing day, their bond solidified, as they navigated the highs and lows of life hand in hand. They celebrated each other's victories, provided comfort in times of sorrow, and found strength in their unwavering support of one another. Together, they explored new horizons, embracing the beauty of the world and the richness of their shared experiences. They basked in the joy of being present, understanding that the value of their journey lay not only in the destinations they reached but also in the love they cultivated along the way.

They stood in a tranquil garden, their hands intertwined, their gazes filled with a depth of love that had only grown stronger with time. As they reflected upon the chapters of their lives, they marveled at the interconnectedness of it all—the beauty of the cycles that had brought them to this moment. Their story had been one of love, resilience, and unwavering commitment, and now it was time for a new cycle to begin.