Happy Lover

Imagine if one day I was to come up to you and although I don't usually do this, give you my number. I say I think you look like you might have something interesting to say and you call me the next day. Or would you leave it for a couple of days only to not appear 'desperate'? I knew it! I'm glad you called, I say and I ask you to meet me at Regent's park. We walk for a while and you do have plenty of interesting things to say. You almost trip over a large rock on the ground and I laugh. You instantly go red in the face. We continue talking at the Monkey and the Doughnut and I tell you how I hated school, that I used to have a St Bernard's dog and that it took me a while to figure out what I want to do in life. You tell me how you've always wanted to travel to... Where is it again? Yes, and how if you ever end up going I should come with you. And I say I'd love to. And then, all of a sudden, our hands meet and my heart starts racing. And I know...
The flat we find is small and quite damp. I keep complaining how cold I am and it drives you insane. Your mum doesn't like me and I hate you for not sticking up for me when she talks badly of me (and I know that she does). The fridge is always empty and we're always late with paying the bills. Your work's not going well and you're constantly irritable and I...? What do I do that annoys you?
50 years 3 months and 17 days later, (it's 18th July 2058) I'm 75 and you are? It's a hot summer's day and we're out in the garden. I'm making Pimm's and lemonade and you're making a hell of a racket in the shed. “What are you fixing”, I shout, “the bike or that blue chair without a seat?” You come out and I hug you. “What's that for”, you ask. “No reason”, I say, “I'm happy”.