We love the people we date and always proud of them. we brag around, never leaving her behind no matter what because she glitters, everyone admires her and they are jealous of you. her smile kills it all. a minute doesn't pass without you reminding her of her beauty- she is 25.

More mature and a mother of three. still special and now when the little daughter who is 17 comes around, you tell her how beautiful she looks just like her mother when she was her age - she is 45.

Wrinkles all over, there is nothing you can see in her apart from her eyes, you talk about the incumbent death and how the world has changed. things are different from the way they were when you were young. the word beautiful is no longer in your vocabulary- SHE IS 70.

Life as we know it