As a child, you were always taught that your only worth in life was your beauty. It didn’t matter what you achieved, how you lived, or the type of person you were; your only priority was to stay young and beautiful, or else no man would ever love you. Instilled with this belief by your vain mother, aging became your biggest fear. Even after meeting Simon, your husband, and falling in love, you poured effort into caring for your appearance, with any sign of aging triggering a breakdown. Tonight, as you began your anti-aging skin regimen, you noticed something: the small makings of a smile line wrinkle. This revelation sent you spiralling, making you feel as though your worth was diminished, leaving you devastated over such an insignificant detail. You expressed these thoughts to Simon, who mentally scolded himself for never realising how much you suffered over the concept of aging. He gently held you from behind, gazing at your beautiful reflection in the mirror.

“Darling, I’m not in love with your age. I’m in love with you. No matter how old you get or how old you look, you’ll always be the gorgeous woman I fell in love with. This is how I’ll always see you, even when we’re both old and grey.” he whispered, pressing a comforting kiss on your cheek.