never too late for happiness.

A letter from the other side of the world I am 67 years old, and I have always believed that love is the privilege of youth.  After my wife died, I lived alone for ten years. The children were grown, the grandchildren came over on holidays, and the rest of the time stretched out like one long day. One evening, having been persuaded by a friend, I registered on an international dating site.  I don't know why. It seemed like a silly thing for an old man to do.  I didn't even immediately understand how to use the site. But a beautiful woman 8 years younger wrote to me. We started corresponding.  Our stories were so similar. We discussed everything: music, books, the youth we experienced in different countries but with the same feelings, children. Six months later I decided to do something crazy - I bought a ticket to Warsaw and told her I would wait for her at the airport. When I saw her at the airport, with the same smile and sparkles in her eyes, I realized: age is just a number.  I didn't believe until the last moment that she was just as crazy...and she would come! I had already decided to spend the weekend in Warsaw just by myself...as usual. We walked through the narrow streets, laughed like young people, and I suddenly felt alive.  Not old, not a widower, but a man who had fallen in love again. We've been together two years now.  Sometimes I feel like I'm living a second life - one I never even dreamed of.  Love really knows no age, and if someone had told me that before, I wouldn't have believed it.  But now I know for sure - it is never too late for happiness.