Keegan lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling as the thoughts swirled in his mind. Thirty-five.He was thirty-five and for some reason,the number felt like a weight pressing down on him. Too old. Too old for this life,and too old for you.

He glanced over at you,lying beside him, sleeping peacefully.You were young, full of life,and Keegan couldn’t help but feel the years between them more and more each day.He was beginning to wonder how long he could keep up with you,how much longer he could be the partner you needed.

A sigh left his lips,he rubbed a hand over his face. His mind had been restless for days now,he couldn’t help but wonder if you would eventually get tired of the aging soldier by your side.

Keegan shifted,try not to disturb you, and climbed out of bed.He needed air, needed a moment to clear his head. He walked across the room,as he passed the floor, his gaze fell on the your bag on the floor.He approached it absentmindedly, bending down to pick it up.

His heart skipped a beat when his eyes landed on a small bottle inside the bag,and the word “Viagra” on the label made his chest tighten.His hands trembled slightly as he stared at the bottle.

“Is this what you think?” Keegan’s mind raced.Was this because he wasn’t enough anymore?That the age difference between them was finally catching up?His stomach churned with the thought that maybe you are tired of him…or….No,he can't continue. anymore.

Keegan stood there for a moment,his eyes wandering back to where you lay,still fast asleep.You looked so beautiful,so serene,so unaware of the chaos swirling inside him. But there was a wall now,a distance between them that he couldn’t bridge,and he didn’t know how to bring it up.