Growing Old
Not many get the chance we have. Getting older together. I don't mean getting grey hair, sitting on the front porch in our home built for forever. Getting old, like watching eachother graduate, getting our 1st cars, getting degrees and jobs. We get to watch each other grow and be there through the pain. One day we will watch our own kids grow, and remember we had each other through thoes days. Of feeling young and in love. Oh the emotions were so high I wouldn't change a thing of the past because I get to see thoes green eyes grow from a boy to a man
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