The Silver-Haired Promise

The Story Of Life
Editor: Maggie Chiang

Time passes quietly, and our hair gradually turns silver. She often teases me about my receding hairline, and I tell her the wrinkles around her eyes make her even more charming. We still walk hand in hand, though our steps have slowed down.

Sometimes we open photo albums from our youth, marveling at how fast time has flown. Yet every time I look at her, I still see the girl reading a book in the café all those years ago. The appearance of love may change, but the flutter in the heart never fades.