I dream of grey hair and romance. I wish that when my skin is wrinkled, I could look at you and see that you are wrinkled too. And we’d still be together – dreaming like children, being romantic like newly weds, and watching the same stars we’ve been under for many many years.

I wish that beyond counting years, I can make the years count.

When we’ve reached the end of the line, when we’re both too old to do anything, we can sit next to each other at the patio, watch the sun set and be like the old couple in “UP”.

And then I’d say, “Thank you for a lifetime’s adventure”.

It’s not always about being first. Sometimes, it matters more to be last.

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