Sometimes seeing an old photo can lead to sadness and not jealousy. A few years ago my daughter in law was looking at a bin of old photos we keep in a big wooden box in the family room. She held up one photo of a really pretty and shapely young woman and asked me "who is this?". My wife was sitting beside me and got the saddest look on her face since the photo was of her from about 50 years ago. Oddly, as much as I admired the photo, and accept the reality that my wife does not look like that anymore, I was not sad in the least since I am still crazy in love with this woman. Even if at my age and condition I can't do as much about that love as I used to.