I remember my grandmother telling me a story about the fact that the most romantic vacation of her life was a cross-country train trip sharing a tiny cabin with my grandfather. They were in their seventies - she was a breast cancer survivor and he had some heart health issues beginning. And yet still, they cackled with laughter trying to get changed together and share an itty bitty bed.

When we are young we seem to instinctively feel that old people enjoying each other is cringeworthy, and that them being romantic is gross. But really, wouldn’t we all want that for ourselves as we age? The voice in our heads never ages, so why would our hopes for joy and connection go awat?