I know quite a few people worry their spouse will become less attracted to them as they get older. They’ll worry they weren’t as thin as they were, that they’re getting wrinkles, loosing their hair or their boobs are nearly touching their knees.
To me my other half is as gorgeous the day I met him. His hair is receding, he has crows feet, he’s in the sun way too much and his back is hairier. But all I see is the young man I met 11 years ago.
With every new line on his weathered face, to ever individual hair he losses, the way I see it is… we’ve been together that long that we are aging. We are literally growing older together, and I love watching him get older. I love watching his face change and how he’s maturing.
I love his wrinkles ❤️
What’s more romantic than that?
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