It started when he asked my friend and me out for dinner.
His friend came along. Double date, I guess.
Then, he asked me out. Only me.
He was leaving town, and we got married.
We went on our honeymoon six months later.
We had no major catastrophe brought upon us and just enough money to survive.
We quarreled and comforted.
We came to understand each other without words.
When he got sick, we had been together for over two decades. He struggled as much as he could without sacrificing his dignity and took his last breath at home.
Each love story is beautiful and has a beginning, middle and an end.