It’s been thirty-two years since that day, my love. Thirty-two years tucked away in this home all our own. I can see you now through the window, tending to our gardens, the bees flitting around your head. A smile sits on your face, and I ache with it. I love you more than I have ever loved another. I love you as only I can. Wholly. Absolute. I suspect we have many years yet left, my heart. We have not much, but we do not need it. Our roof, our hearth, our bed. It is enough. I would not change a single facet of this life we’ve shared.
