A Love Story
He listened until her breathing settled into the deep rhythm he knew so well. Was it really forty years since they’d met?
“My mom only made it to sixty-three,” she’d said, “but I don’t expect I’ll make it that far. So if you’re not sure, I’ll understand.”
He thought about a lifetime in Emergency Rooms and doctor’s offices praying this wouldn’t be the one, then he’d held her every day as if it were.
At midnight, he leaned over and kissed her gently.
“Happy sixty-fourth,” he whispered. She stirred, the hint of a smile on her lovely face.