I try not to think about us growing old together, mostly
because I try not to think about growing old at all. Both things-the years
passing, the years together-are too enormous to contemplate. But one morning, I
gave in. You were asleep, and I imagined you older and older. Your hair
graying, your skin folded and creased, your breath catching. And I found myself
thinking: If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of
me will be my greatest accomplishment. Your memories will be my most lasting
impression.
-David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary
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