I married a 70-year-old hospice patient to fulfill her last wish — after the funeral, her lawyer stepped aside with me and whispered, “I need you to see something. She didn’t choose you by accident.”

you a diamond ring.”

She laughed because they were young and had no idea what adulthood would look like.

At that age, promises seemed easy to make.

But life had other plans.

Their families moved in different directions. Opportunities appeared. Responsibilities followed.

Eventually, Margaret married someone else.

Thomas did too.

They each built separate lives.

There were children, jobs, homes, birthdays, difficult years and happy ones.

Time passed quietly.

Margaret eventually became a widow.

Thomas lost his wife as well.

And somehow, more than fifty years disappeared.

Neither of them