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Tiny Love Stories: ‘I Didn’t Think I’d Be Dating in My 80s’ Tiny Love Stories: ‘I Didn’t Think I’d Be Dating in My 80s’
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“What’s your favorite place?” he asked. I thought of the part on his chest where little hairs grow from under his shirt’s tan line into sight. The place I used to kiss before dozing off to the familiar sound of his heartbeat — the waves rocking as we would lie on our boat’s deck after bringing down the sails, the end to another day on the water. On my own after 14 years together, all I could manage to say was, “The Amstel river.” — Sjoerd van Elsen“What’s your favorite place?” he asked. I thought of the part on his chest where little hairs grow from under his shirt’s tan line into sight. The place I used to kiss before dozing off to the familiar sound of his heartbeat — the waves rocking as we would lie on our boat’s deck after bringing down the sails, the end to another day on the water. On my own after 14 years together, all I could manage to say was, “The Amstel river.” — Sjoerd van Elsen
I was excited for my eldest son’s engagement party. I was also nervous, having not seen my ex-husband in five years. Mid-celebration, I looked up from my cup of cold coconut soup to see my 8-year-old son, Asher, from my second marriage carry a chair over to my ex. Crouching on the grass beside his second wife’s seat, my ex startled at the sudden chair behind him. Then he turned to Asher — a child who wouldn’t exist had I not broken my ex-husband’s heart — and smiled. — Gayle BrandeisI was excited for my eldest son’s engagement party. I was also nervous, having not seen my ex-husband in five years. Mid-celebration, I looked up from my cup of cold coconut soup to see my 8-year-old son, Asher, from my second marriage carry a chair over to my ex. Crouching on the grass beside his second wife’s seat, my ex startled at the sudden chair behind him. Then he turned to Asher — a child who wouldn’t exist had I not broken my ex-husband’s heart — and smiled. — Gayle Brandeis
I wear sweaters and socks in the summer. He keeps a fan on regardless of the season. One night, after a few months of dating, I woke to find his elbow inches from my face. I decided to kiss it. Still mostly asleep, he reached out and pulled the sheet over my shoulder. I took this semiconscious act to be incontrovertible proof of his love. Always cold and always warm, we are together, two decades later. — Michelle Kittelson I wear sweaters and socks in the summer. He keeps a fan on regardless of the season. One night, after a few months of dating, I woke to find his elbow inches from my face. I decided to kiss it. Still mostly asleep, he reached out and pulled the sheet over my shoulder. I took this semiconscious act to be incontrovertible proof of his love. Always cold and always warm, we are together, two decades later. — Michelle Kittleson
I didn’t think I’d be dating in my 80s. My guy, pushing 90, is even older than me. Saturday nights consist of burgers and beers, “S.N.L.” and a shared bed. When we’re not together, we’re on the phone, worried when one of us gets sick, more worried than we were when we were young — and immortal. He calls me his girlfriend. I call him my boyfriend. We have no plans to marry, live together, buy a house, have a baby. We don’t think about the future except to hope we’ll be here tomorrow. It’s now that matters. That’s all. — Phyllis RaphaelI didn’t think I’d be dating in my 80s. My guy, pushing 90, is even older than me. Saturday nights consist of burgers and beers, “S.N.L.” and a shared bed. When we’re not together, we’re on the phone, worried when one of us gets sick, more worried than we were when we were young — and immortal. He calls me his girlfriend. I call him my boyfriend. We have no plans to marry, live together, buy a house, have a baby. We don’t think about the future except to hope we’ll be here tomorrow. It’s now that matters. That’s all. — Phyllis Raphael
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