There are worse things than getting old, she said, as she let her eyes follow fallen starlight on the sea.
You’re right, he said. There’s getting old AND getting fat. Those two are not a good combination.
She just smiled like the moon because when she looked at him she saw the music his heart made. And she knew he would always be beautiful. Even if he grew old and fat.
Happy birthday to my sweetheart today. Let’s grow old together, okay?