Growing old.

I seem them all over the place. Loving couples.

Its not the ones that are my age that burrow into my consciousness, its the older couples, the ones that have been together for 50years, still walking down the street hand in hand, their partner willing to do something like swap their fry up that they have waited all week for for your fish and chips because the portion size is far too big for you to eat.

The love and adoration in their eyes is not something that you can fake. They have lived their lives together and relish in the time that they are laughing in, that they are crying in, that they are just together in.

I would love that, love someone to spend my life with, to grow old with.

Its never going to happen, I decided a while ago that I would never inflict myself upon anyone else. Never allow anyone else to have to put up with me. Seriously, whats there to love anyway.