“Grandpa, how many times have you fallen in love?”
“A number of times you can’t even count for kid.”
“Really! and did grandma knew about this?.”
The boy was left without an answer but a simper.
‘Yes ’cause she was the only one I have fallen for’, he pondered while glowing at her picture.
One was 80.
The other 75.
Their toothless smooches
and shivering cwtches
made them blush again.
And they loved each other
like they never aged.