Oh to grow old with someone.

To trace your hands lovingly over the same face.

To come home and lay with someone who offers the same sense of safety and comfort you so long for.

To hold the hands of someone you couldn’t live without.

To know that you will never have to fight for them to love you.

To get butterfly’s when they walk in the room and sigh with relief when you realise you are home to each other.

To dance in the rain with no care for the people watching, giggling, cringing, or holding their hands to their hearts thinking ,

‘’Oh to grow old with someone.’’