Original Photograph by the righteous PMMA
I’m 85. I say goodbye to you when you pass away. 2 weeks later we’re together again.
I’m 72. I look in the mirror and see a reflection of you staring back.
I’m 63. Your caress is just as warm to me as it has always been.
I’m 51. You’re so proud of me and I’m proud of how long we’ve been together.
I’m 46. I make you happy and you tell everyone you see how much you love me.
I’m 33. I’m scared that you don’t know how good we can be …………
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