It’s funny she thought to herself, the years have gone by. But have we got any older?
They were still totally recognisable from when they first met. Just a little more grey around the edges and a little heavier but generally well preserved.
Friends made comments from time to time about pictures in attics, reminiscent of Dorian Gray. She had never read the book but had seen the film which she disliked intently. To be likened to that creature was not a compliment even though it was meant to be.
Must she be a witch then for both of them to have remained youthful?
But despite it all, all being what they had gone through, the ill health, the grief and the hardships. It looked as though the cruelty of Mother Nature had left them looking blessed.
Age had not withered them and they were still beautiful to each other. Ageless in each other’s eyes, it was only a number and as the years passed by they celebrated each one as the blessing they had been given for them to enjoy together. Their love had grown over the years, not fuelled by mere lust but a chemical explosion which once combined made them a force of nature. A team who would be by each other’s side, going from strength to strength there through thick and thin. She wondered if another twenty years would go by, whether it would still be the case. Would their looks belie their ages, would it really matter to them then, would they age well then or would they resemble every other person of a similar age. A little old lady and her gentleman. Would their magic still be as strong, would their love remain even if their bodies had not?
Time marches on and only time will tell.
This post was written in 2017, it has languished in my drafts ever since, time to get it out in the open. The stock photo used reminds me of my grandmother’s personality.