John was a man of few doubts. He was confident in his looks.

Or so it seemed. You started catching him staring into the mirror with a defeated look, looking at his crows feet and wrinkles.

He was getting on in age, he knew. So one night, while you were trying to kiss him, he pushed you away.

"Love, we need to talk."

When you asked why, he sighed. ".. don't you want someone younger?"