“ After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled. ”
Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.
~ Sara Gruen
With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.
Sometimes when you get older—and I'm not talking about you, I'm talking generally, because everyone ages differently—things you think on and wish on start to seem real. And then you believe them, and before you know it they're a part of your history, and if someone challenges you on them and says they're not true—why, then you get offended.
I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
