An old man with a wandering glow in his eye, looks deep into the eyes of his still loving wife. Have they been together 40 years, or is it 45? He can’t remember most of the time.
His mind has crippled with age. It’s often like a book that someone’s taken and blurred out or crumpled the pages, but she’s still grateful for the days, when his memory finds it’s way back on occasion, and he smiles at her in sweet recognition.
As is true Love’s fashion, with all her heart & zealous passion, she says “he’s my other half whom I’ll never forsake, in sickness & health was the promise I made, and I’ll keep that promise to our dying days, come whatever may, whatever it takes.”
By: J.N.R Dutton