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I always imagined what it would be like, growing old with someone
Spending your days with them until your last moments
Hearing the soft breathing as you lay your head on their chest
Holding hands while walking together under the sun
Whispering “I love you” each time you get the chance to
A kiss on the cheek before leaving the house together
A soft peck on the forehead when they feel like being affectionate
Staring warmly as you fall in love with them all over again
All those little things seem nothing to others, but when you grow old, they mean everything
And I wonder what it would be like if I grow old with someone…
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Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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