Holding hands at 52

I’m 52 - I left my husband in July 2019 and moved to rent a lovely house in Bath. My daughter and I held a Christmas party and invited the 87 year old neighbour. A month later she found the invite and as she’d missed it, decided to have her own little party and invite me back. Her divorced son turned up and we noticed each other but nothing was said. When lockdown started we began to go on bike rides. 4 months later I observed that in his company I was happy and eventually a stop off at a pub turned to holding hands (at 50!) We’ve been together since.