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“Come in and bring your boyfriend inside too.” Isaac and I flinched at the misunderstanding she spouted right now. The man beside me, suddenly turned bright red, like a ripe tomato. He opened his mouth, maybe about to deny the supposition. But according to my last experience, I know it might be better not to oppose the old woman’s assumption. A conversation with older people always comes with this: if you are not in a relationship, they’ll keep asking when you plan of having one, suggest other people to date, tell their own love stories, etc… So, before Isaac could deny it, I raised my hand to stop him from saying anything.

Elyse carefully handed the baby over to me and I gently took him from her arms, caressing his back as I placed him against my body. “You know, Madam Desideria, we thought you had gone to see a Man” “Are you for real right now?” Madam Desideria laughed “Yes” Elyse laughed too “We thought you had a date or you had gone to see your boyfriend but didn’t want us to know” “What’s an old woman like me looking for in a relationship? Love isn’t for me” “Oh, please. Don’t say that. You can never tell. Older persons still fall in love too” Elyse continued as we approached the stairs

So, I kept silent. "My husband and I are on our honeymoon again. It's our 25th anniversary," the elderly woman said. I couldn't help but admire their longevity. It made me think about Carlew and me. "Happy Anniversary to both of you," Carlew greeted them, and I followed suit. Their love for each other was evident in their eyes. The gentle way the old man held his wife. There was a subtle, tender affection that I hadn't seen in my parents. "Do you have children?" I couldn't help but ask. I'm just curious.

She could not imagine that they would meet again at this age. Now that she was filled with gray hairs, she could no longer mention what she desired in the past. She no longer had that beauty, nor that mentality. She smiled as she looked at Jason's back and appeared back outside to the courtyard. "Grandmother." The middle-aged man stepped forward to the old woman, looking anxious. "Lets go back first!" the old woman said lightly. Hearing this, the middle-aged man did not dare to question her. He nodded slightly, and helped the old woman leave.

The old man was wearing a white boxing uniform, and despite his old age, his skin was rosy and his footfalls steady, an indicator of his vitality and great spirit! The woman next to him looked to be in her early twenties and was extremely beautiful. She was wearing a pink track suit which made her look even younger and fresh-faced than she was already. Her arm was laced around the old man's, and it was clear from this interaction that they were extremely close. As they entered, she eyed the people in the room curiously.

I winced when I saw he had no teeth left. “Stop it, love. You can’t even get it up anymore. You’re just hungry,” the woman snapped. Yup, they’re definitely married. Her husband scratched his head and laughed, then wrapped his arm around her and kissed her cheek. I smiled at their exchange. Will Jasper and I be like that when we’re old? Will he still kiss and hug me when we’re gray and wrinkled? It’s a song lyric—but also a question I ask myself. When I looked at my husband, he was smiling too, watching the elderly couple playfully tease each other. Now we were the ones feeling envious—they’d reached that age still together, still in love. I could only whisper a silent “I hope everyone too”.

he asks as he throws the newspaper across the table and I’m greeted by a photo of us - Atlas and I, “Is this the woman you returned for?” “Hmm, I always thought she was extremely photogenic.” I grin and he huffs his annoyance. “Wow. She’s beautiful,” I subconsciously jump at his sudden voice behind me, before smiling my agreement, “She’s really my age.” He states, catching her age in the article. He doesn’t seem too surprised. I suppose he did his research. “Yeah, she’s younger than me...” “Eight years. That’s still less than our father and my mother. I guess we prefer young older women.” At his witty comment I fail to stifle my laughter and the old man glares at us over his cup of coffee.

"Be patient." The old lady was busy arguing with Northridge, but the corner of her eye caught the intimate gaze between Reginald and Arabella. She softened her aggressive stance, laughed heartily, and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Oh, look at this loving couple! Their relationship is so good, I'm truly envious." Arabella knew the old lady was saying this on purpose—just to make sure Northridge and Locke heard it too. She agreed, "Grandma, I admire your relationship with Grandpa even more. Through thick and thin, for a lifetime, it's not easy at all."

as If I didn't eat these days. I couldn't say anything, I just ate. Both men were discussing something random about their business and that of the women. her eye was not on her plate but Alex. My anger rose again when the old man said. " We have been partners for 2 years. And had a good relationship in these years. So..." he hesitated and looked at the women near him. She gave a smile.