A Lifetime of Love

 

The hospital room was quiet, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. George sat beside Mary, her frail hand clasped in his. Her silvery hair framed her tired but radiant face, and her eyes, though dimmed by time, sparkled with love.

“I love you,” George whispered, his voice trembling. “I’ve loved you for 80 years, honey.”

Mary’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Eighty years? Seems like just yesterday you were stepping on my toes at that dance.”

He chuckled softly. “And you’ve forgiven me every day since.”

Their love had been a lifetime of shared joys and trials, from childhood adventures to raising a family. Now, as cancer stole her strength, their bond only deepened.

“You were my first love,” he said, his voice steady with devotion. “And you’ll be my last.”

Mary’s eyes shimmered with tears. “And you, George… you’ve been my whole world.”

As the night embraced them, George kissed her forehead. “Rest now, my love. I’m here. Always.”

In the quiet stillness, their hearts beat as one, a testament to a love that had spanned a lifetime.