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Grow Old With You
By Rumi Bingham
​Let’s grow old together, not just in the soft folding of skin or the silver threads in our hair, but in the way we lean in closer, when the world grows loud, in the way your hand finds mine without having to search.
Let’s collect mornings —the sleepy ones, the stormy ones, the quiet breakfasts, and the chaos before school runs. Let’s argue kindly and forgive like rain that kisses everything clean.
Let’s build a home not just with walls, but with memories hung like portraits, laughter echoing through old floors, and the knowing that no matter the day, we’ll end it side by side.
Let’s grow old together—not just in years,but in storiesonly we will ever understand.
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