Good Night Sweetheart

my-porch-swing-is-a-little-wornThey sat on the porch swing looking up at the midnight sky. The stars shining brightly as if they were doing so just for them. The crickets were the only music. Each one was at peace with the other by their side. She was 82 years old and the time shown upon her face. Her hands were all wrinkled and frail, her hair was now all silver. She rested her head upon his shoulder. He was 77 and time had been kinder to him, He has fewer wrinkles, more strength and as he clutched her hand, he did so mindful of the strength, so gentle and loving was his embrace. She was the first one to speak.
“Can you believe it has been forty years?” she asked.
“No, I can’t. It seems like forty minutes. he answered.
“When I walked in your office that first day, did you think we would be here forty years later?”
“Sweetie, I didn’t think you would be here six months later, let alone forty years,” he jested. They both laughed.
“Your love saved me.” she said with a sweet smile.
With that he rose from the swing and took her hand. He gently pulled her up and into his arms. They started to sway to theBlack and White couple music of the crickets. “If anyone’s love saved the other, it was yours that saved mine. No one has ever loved me so unconditionally before. You once told me I taught you what real human love looked like, you were wrong, you taught me.” They gently kissed one another’s lips. She was feeling woozy, so they sat back down. She laid her head back on her shoulder and he laid his head on hers and without much fanfare, they left this Earth together, holding hands. And the darkness of the night was replaced by the light of God.

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