I always dreaded the thought of growing old. Everyone does at one point or another. But I thought that it would just be impossible for me. With the way my health is, I kept telling myself that I would be lucky to make it over the age of 40. But it didn’t matter to me. I never expected to share my life with someone anyway, and I wasn’t exactly ecstatic about my future. I saw myself continuing to be a nerdy, half-hermit, single and absolutely mediocre person.

But, as with many things, it changed. This viewpoint, however, was something I thought I could never give up. No matter how hard I tried, I found it increasingly more difficult to cling onto whatever hope I had left. Yet somehow, he got to me.

For once in my entire life, I felt truly loved. Every single part of me – loved. Simply that. Not enough words and cliches can describe the way this feels, and my heart no longer belongs to me. I’m learning to let myself go, and it’s an achingly beautiful pain that stays with my day by day. To worry for someone else, to care for them, to happily sacrifice pieces of yourself to make things work…

This. And so much more. For the first time, I want to grow old. I want to grow old with the only man I have ever fallen in love with, and it’s painful to hope that my body won’t fail me. But I tell myself that whether or not we can lie together, embracing our wrinkles and our wisdom, I have been the happiest I have ever been in my entire life.

Scene 1:

Jen: You need my heals. And I actually enjoy being a healer.
Paul: Well, we can’t go without a tank.
Jen: You can go DPS.
Paul: No. No one’s good enough to tank.
Jen: Fine, I’ll tank. And I’ll show you I can have fun doing it.
Paul: LOL.
Jen: Whatever, being a healer is just as necessary to a group.
Paul: Tank is harder.
Jen: Don’t complain then; you’re voluntarily playing a tank.
Paul: No. I love you.


Scene 2:
Jen: Why can’t we just play the one game we agreed on?
Paul: My friends play multiple games. I’m trying to keep up.
Jen: Fine, but at least spend some time with me on the game WE agreed to play.
Paul: I’m trying to level.
Jen: Catch up to me. I want to run a dungeon together!
Paul: I can’t believe we fight over this.
Jen: I love you.

Scene 3:

Jen: Wow, every time we lane together… I just can’t…
Paul: What?
Jen: I get no creep kills. So at least let me get the last shot on the hero.
Paul: I can’t just stop auto attacking.
Jen: Yes you can.
 I already give you full farm.
Paul: Why would I do that?
en: So I can get the… ugh, never mind.
Paul: You still get gold.
Jen: Yeah but not as much. I need AD. I’m the carry.
Paul: LOL. No.
Jen: WHAT…