All My Love
Until I die, let me hold you if you cry. Be my one, two, three forever. You've got all my love.
As the melodious sounds of Chris Martin singing about love played in the background, a man in his mid-sixties sat across the table from his wife, marveling at how blessed he was to be her husband. Though she wore not a stitch of makeup and had her red hair up in a jaunty ponytail, she was, in his eyes, the most beautiful woman in the world, and he told her so. She laughed and rolled her eyes, but she knew better than to a...