โAge is but a numberโ thatโs what you said.
I was 34 when I met you; thirty years your junior. We upset so many people back then, do you remember?
The Morrisons, remember them? Their faces when they saw us kiss out front.
And the Smiths, oh the Smiths. They really didnโt like it when we told them we were on our Honeymoon.
Two decades later – we proved that love really is love.
Now, just to double check โ we both know how your memory is these days โ you did sign that document I left out for you, didnโt you dear?
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