They loved each other deeply. They would often joke together about their differences in age. He would talk down to her as if she was still a child, and she would pretend to throw out her back. Even one year she bought him a walker for his birthday. They laughed, but secretly he was holding the pain in. He didn't want to be seen crying on his birthday. For she would instantly feel guilty. He loved her so much he didn't want her to feel distraught. But secretly he was scared. He was scared as the years grew on. He was scared of growing old. He was scared of dying. But most of all he feared her needing to take care him. When he wouldn't be able to on his own. When his memories of their youth start to fade. When everyday was a struggle just to exist for both of them. I've seen days last longer than years, and years pass in a single breath. My dear child, you are breathing too fast.