Margaret smiled. "Darling, you are old."

"I'm not looking for a whirlwind," Eleanor told her best friend, Margaret. "I'm looking for someone to grow old with ."

Sixty-two-year-old Eleanor never planned on falling in love again. After thirty years of marriage and five years of quiet widowhood, her world consisted of gardening, book club, and Sunday phone calls with her grandkids. Romance, she figured, was for the young.

Not because it's dramatic. But because it's real. Would you like a spicier or more romantic-novel version, or a specific length (e.g., short story, social media caption, script)?

"What if we just enjoy the process?" he said that first afternoon. "The bowl doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful."