I put my head on his shoulder.

“You came back,” he said into my hair.

“So did you,” I said.

We danced most of that night, badly, the two oldest fools on the floor, and I want to set down what it felt like, because it is the thing I would give to every couple who thinks the music has stopped for good.

It did not feel like recapturing our youth.

We were not young; there was no pretending we were.