Someday, when we have been together for a very long time, we’ll turn out the lights and slow dance on the porch in our bath robes. I’ll write you love notes in large print and tape them to the fridge. You’ll finish my stories, and I’ll borrow your glasses. We’ll wonder where the time went. And each night, we’ll roll to the middle of our old bed, into one another’s arms, where we’ll kiss and touch and dream the secret dreams that only old lovers know.