I've been married for 28 years, i still look the same as i did when we met. My wife however, has aged thirty years.

I saw it in her eyes now, i had seen it there since she first saw me, it took almost thirty years to really see it, but it was there. <br><br>I am not good with words, english is not my native tongue, hopefully my accent makes up for it. I know my loved ones enjoy it, we sit together and talk for hours into the night, over bottles of wine, the way loved ones should.<br><br>I have no loved ones now though.<br><br>I met her at college, she was so beautiful, her eyes sparkled in the light, they looked constantly wide with wonder, though i suppose they did not then. She was kind, and sweet, her voice was like honey. I loved talking to her, and she loved talking to me, or so she told me. <br><br>We talked for hours, we sat on the beach, and talked for hours, we talked about everything and nothing at all. I was smitten.<br><br>I asked her out, when we were still in high school, she said yes, and we had been together ever since. We had our first kiss, when we were 20. That night, we made love. On her front porch, we were drunk, and made sweet love. She was almost perfect, the way she held her head, the way she cocked her hips, i loved her so much.<br><br>I loved her now too, but i loved her too much to see her this way. She was so old now, her skin wrinkled and gray, she looked... bad. She didn't seem to notice. She would look at me, in the mirror, and she would smile, her wrinkles creasing at the corners. She was so sweet, i didn't want this for her. She should be young again, like me. And soon she would be.<br><br>We left college, together, we found a house on the beach. We moved in together, and we lived happily ever after, or so we should have. <br><br>I was being serious, we lived happily together, she was so sweet, and she loved me more than i loved her, which is saying something. She took care of me, she did everything for me, she even paid for the house. She was so sweet. She still is.<br><br>She was beautiful, for 25 years, she looked just as good as she did when we met, she still wore the same outfits sometimes. She loved to dance though, she loved to move her hips back and forth. She was so beautiful.<br><br>Then we went dancing, and she was so beautiful. i loved her so much, she loved to dance, and she was so good at it. She always loved to watch me dance too, she loved to watch me move. She said i was so beautiful. She would watch me for hours, she loved me so much.<br><br>I loved her too, and that is why this was so hard. But i needed to do this, for her... and for me. <br><br>I know she is going to be happy once she is young again, i know she loved her youth, she did everything in it. She was so happy, i loved seeing her happy. And she would be happy again.<br><br>I walked through the house, it was beautiful, we loved to sit in each room, and talk for hours, there was so many good memories here. But it was over now. We had lived happily ever after, and it was time to live again. <br><br>I walked into the basement now, and i looked over at where she was. She was so beautiful, she did not look like her at all. Her skin was wrinkled, her eyes were gray, her whole body was twisted and gnarled. She did not look like my beautiful love at all. <br><br>She did not look like her, and she never would again, she did not deserve to. <br><br>She was not her, she was the monster that had taken her away from me, she was the thief. <br><br>I loved her so much, i love her even more now, i am going to free her. <br><br>I walked forward, and smiled as i looked at her. The way her eyes filled with tears, the way she tried to run, almost made me do it right then, but i needed to make sure that she was comfortable. She was so beautiful, and i needed to make sure she was happy.<br><br>I picked her up, she was so light, and i walked into the furnace room. There was a furnace there, where they had burned bodies before, it was perfect.<br><br>I laid her down, and i cried, i loved her so much, i am so sad to see her this way, i am so sad that she is finally gone. <br><br>I pushed the buttons, and i wept as i watched her burn. <br><br>I was sad for almost thirty years, but now i can be happy again, soon at least.<br><br>Now i need to go dig her up, she will be young again, soon. <br><br>Edit: Since there is so much confusion, i am NOT a supportive partner of her aging. I am a monster, who killed her, and then burned her. I am not a romantic, i am a serial killer, and i am not someone to be admired.