“Inside, we’re all seventeen, with red lips.”

Roger Angell writes a about getting older. It's so beautifully written -- and he is 93 years old -- on love, grief, happiness, and loss.

He writes: "Getting old is the second-biggest surprise of my life, but the first, by a mile, is our unceasing need for deep attachment and intimate love."

Read more in the New Yorker. (Thanks, +Julia Chou)