Sometimes a go, I sat down soliloquizing if there can still exist enough love, attraction and romance between my wife and I by the time I will be sixty-five and she will be sixty-two? Then, I would have been old enough and good as the secret place of diseases. With my thick glasses and walking stick being my companion. The few remaining hairs on my head (if at all there will be) would all have turned grey, eating with my teeth-less mouth, coughing all through the night thereby disturbing the peace of her sound sleep. I am still wondering if she will still be capable enough to love and romance this old figure. Well, one thing I know is that I will still be able to love, cherish and romance her in that our old way which nobody else can.