When I’m 64

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“What do I want?” he asked, sounding insulted. “My dear lady, can’t a man compliment his beautiful wife without being accused of wanting something?”

Oh how Jack had grown since she first met him. He could still be sweet, and sometimes shy, but he was so much more bolder than all those years ago. He no longer stammered, nor double guessed himself either. His hand squeezed hers back affectionately, and smiled at her in a triumphant way.

“I was just telling you how gorgeous you are, and how I’ve felt that way ever since I first met you.”

Still blushing, she hooked her arms through his, snuggling into his side as they walked, keeping her cheek pressed into his arm. “You’re still such a flatterer, love,” she sighed happily, enjoying the closeness and the warmth of being by his side that spread out from her heart like a flower.

“I’m really glad though..that you had the courage to talk to me. You were so shy when I first met you but you had this wonderful, shy smile I couldn’t resist and combined with your green eyes…I think I was hook, line and sinker since that moment and I didn’t even know it.”

Missy tugged them a little but Katelynn kept her at bay, not wishing to separate from her husband during such a romantic moment.

He smiled down at her, wanting to wrap his arm around her but she was holding it so he couldn’t do that. All he could do was lean into her gently, keeping pace with her as they walked together.

“Really now…” she’s told him this before, but it’s still amazing to hear. That someone as weak and shy as he had once been could have caught her attention so easily was amazing. Jack laughs, and sighs, as they continue walking, Missy trailing ahead of them as far as she could before being gently tugged back before she got too far ahead. 

This is what he had been hoping for all those years ago. A life with her. A chance to grow old with her, to hold her hand at least once every day, to tell her how much he loved and adored her every single day without fail. They had achieved it, together, and had faced so much. They had raised a beautiful daughter who was already engaged, set to be wed, but had focused on her studies first to become a doctor. 

Jack didn’t know what he had done to achieve such a life but whatever it was he thanked it.

Dream Journal

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“Sure, I mean. There’s nothing obscene or rude…” he said quietly, “It’s just mostly words and a few drawings when I can remember them…”

She looks down at it, reading beautiful words and seeing his talent for drawing on the pages. How she always envied his drawing and painting skills. “It’s like poetry,” she whispers, reading a certain beautiful passage.

The butterfly obtains
But little sympathy
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology —

Because he travels freely
And wears a proper coat
The circumspect are certain
That he is dissolute —

Had he the homely scutcheon
Of modest Industry
‘Twere fitter certifying
For Immortality

Jack sits there besides her, watching as she looks over his jumbled half awake words, and the sketches which start small, but are then redrawn, bigger on the page. And as he said, there were butterflies on practically every single page.

“I think I dream about them,” he said after a moment, “because I’ve wanted to become better for so long.”

Dream Journal

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“Oh. Sure!”

He moves to his bedside drawers and opens the bottom drawer. Pulling out a scrap book he hands it over to her. It’s average size but it has a date written on the front. March 2010 — but didn’t show an end date. 

“Here you go.”

Smiles and takes it gently, opening it to the first day. “I-It’s really okay to read something so private?” she asks before her eyes can begin reading the words and look at any pictures before her.

“Sure, I mean. There’s nothing obscene or rude…” he said quietly, “It’s just mostly words and a few drawings when I can remember them…”

When I’m 64

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Missy was already excited, even before anyone attached the leash to her collar. Jack, of course, took his wife’s hand into his own. He still had to smile, now and then, when he saw the engagement, wedding, and eternity rings that Katelynn wore proudly on her ring finger. The engagement ring was so small and pathetic, at least that’s how he had felt when he had bought it. She deserved diamonds and jewels but with his salary he hadn’t been able to afford anything too amazing. But to her, on that night, she had been blown away and he could remember her tears of joy as she had said yes, again and again and thrown her arms around him.

The wedding day had been full of joyful tears as well.

At least, now, he no longer had to see her crying out of fear, or worry, or sadness any more. Those days were long behind them. 

He squeezed her hand gently in his own as they walked down the sidewalk, Missy trotting ahead of them, sniffing at everything.

“How is it,” Jack started, “that you continue to be as beautiful, if not more so, like you were on the day I first met you?” he glanced at her, smiling softly.

Compliments still made her blush though she gave a little turn of her nose at them sometimes, just to tease him. There was a very visible smile on her face however. “Okay mister, what did you do this time?”

Oh how Katelynn loved to tease her husband any opportunity she could, though sometimes it seemed to backfire but in the end they would still laugh together about it. She loved how they could joke with each other and just have fun despite their age. Who said old people couldn’t act young?

She turned a loving smile to him, squeezing his hand gently.

“What do I want?” he asked, sounding insulted. “My dear lady, can’t a man compliment his beautiful wife without being accused of wanting something?”

Oh how Jack had grown since she first met him. He could still be sweet, and sometimes shy, but he was so much more bolder than all those years ago. He no longer stammered, nor double guessed himself either. His hand squeezed hers back affectionately, and smiled at her in a triumphant way.

“I was just telling you how gorgeous you are, and how I’ve felt that way ever since I first met you.”

Dream Journal

“A dream journal? Can I read it sometime?”

“Oh. Sure!”

He moves to his bedside drawers and opens the bottom drawer. Pulling out a scrap book he hands it over to her. It’s average size but it has a date written on the front. March 2010 – but didn’t show an end date. 

“Here you go.”

When I’m 64

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It takes around ten minutes before Jack emerges from the bedroom after finishing his shower in the bathroom and made his way through to get dressed. Of course he’s wearing a turtleneck. It’s navy blue, and with that he’s got some black trousers and white shoes on. He’s also already pulling a jacket on, and a hat sits atop his head. Looped in the pocket of the jacket is his scarf.

“All ready?” he asked as he approached his wife, pausing to grip the back of the chair she was sitting at, before peering down at the news. “Hmm?”

She turned to look at him, smiling. “All ready to go,” she replied, standing up carefully and went to grab Missy’s leash, leaving the newspaper open.

“We’re going on our walk Missy, come on~” she cheered at her, tying her up and petting her. “Daddy wants to go for a walk, isn’t that great?”

She led her to the door, giggling at how it perked up their dog because anytime they walked to the door she always figured it was to go for a walk. Sometimes it was hard to go out for groceries because of it.

She turned to Jack and held her hand out for him, a smile on her face.

Missy was already excited, even before anyone attached the leash to her collar. Jack, of course, took his wife’s hand into his own. He still had to smile, now and then, when he saw the engagement, wedding, and eternity rings that Katelynn wore proudly on her ring finger. The engagement ring was so small and pathetic, at least that’s how he had felt when he had bought it. She deserved diamonds and jewels but with his salary he hadn’t been able to afford anything too amazing. But to her, on that night, she had been blown away and he could remember her tears of joy as she had said yes, again and again and thrown her arms around him.

The wedding day had been full of joyful tears as well.

At least, now, he no longer had to see her crying out of fear, or worry, or sadness any more. Those days were long behind them. 

He squeezed her hand gently in his own as they walked down the sidewalk, Missy trotting ahead of them, sniffing at everything.

“How is it,” Jack started, “that you continue to be as beautiful, if not more so, like you were on the day I first met you?” he glanced at her, smiling softly.

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But that went for the two of them. Sometimes Jack didn’t feel his age, he didn’t feel the ache in his back, or the slight tremor his wrists had been picking up lately. He felt young, he felt half his age when he first met Katelynn. How beautiful she was, then, and now. The only thing he regretted was it had taken them until they were almost thirty years old before they finally found each other. All those lost years together.

But they had made up for it, oh my word had they.

He frowned over the news, and pulled away from the table. “I’m just having a quick shower.” he called, before making his way into the bathroom to do just that.

“Okay,” she called gently, kissing him on the way as she walked out back to the kitchen, wishing to see the paper. Despite almost reaching retirement from her job, she still had the same curiosity to see what was going on in the news. It would probably last long into her older age when she could barely move or whatever awaited her when she was 80 and beyond.

She reached up for the headlines and read them, frowning down at the crimes in the city. Things were still as bad as ever, though definitely nothing like how they had been when the Doom Syndicate had terrorized the poor city.

And they had Metro Man and the rest to thank for that.

Missy came over to put her head in her lap and Katelynn petted her as she continued reading, waiting for Jack.

“We’ll be leaving soon, girl,” she said to the poodle. “I know how much you love your walks.”

It takes around ten minutes before Jack emerges from the bedroom after finishing his shower in the bathroom and made his way through to get dressed. Of course he’s wearing a turtleneck. It’s navy blue, and with that he’s got some black trousers and white shoes on. He’s also already pulling a jacket on, and a hat sits atop his head. Looped in the pocket of the jacket is his scarf.

“All ready?” he asked as he approached his wife, pausing to grip the back of the chair she was sitting at, before peering down at the news. “Hmm?”

When I’m 64

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“My little habits huh?” Jack asked on a smirk as he made his way to the kitchen table, removing the band from the paper, and sat down before spreading it out on the table. “You two… still make me feel like I’m a kid sometimes. Which, ultimately, is a good thing.”

“Oh of course,” she said with a giggle, buttoning up her shirt and looking around for her jacket. “It’s always good to feel young. Gail even tells me sometimes we’re like a couple of kids~”

Katelynn definitely didn’t like acting her age. She wanted to act like how she felt and she still felt like she did when Gail was young and she could run. Sometimes she had her days where she couldn’t move well with her old bones but other times she woke up fine.

But that went for the two of them. Sometimes Jack didn’t feel his age, he didn’t feel the ache in his back, or the slight tremor his wrists had been picking up lately. He felt young, he felt half his age when he first met Katelynn. How beautiful she was, then, and now. The only thing he regretted was it had taken them until they were almost thirty years old before they finally found each other. All those lost years together.

But they had made up for it, oh my word had they.

He frowned over the news, and pulled away from the table. “I’m just having a quick shower.” he called, before making his way into the bathroom to do just that.